Death Warmed Up

The Reaper looks ever so poorly The Reaper looks ever so grim But then it is hardly surprising He really is terribly thin With his job there’s no time for dinner He looks like he’s dead on his feet He really is ever so busy And doesn’t get much time to eat It’s about time he had an assistant Some help is what’s needed, and quick If he does not start, looking after himself He’s going to end up quite sick So if his employers are listening And they don’t want to get into trouble Make sure he takes all his mealtimes and breaks But do it tout suite, at the double