The worms Crawl in.

Something I suddenly remembered as a child. I loved this rhymes, and thought I would share.


Don’t you ever dare laugh when a hearse goes by,
For you will be the next to die.

You won’t know where and you won’t know when,
But you will never see the light again.

Then a caretaker tall and thin,
Digs a hole and puts you in,

All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin starts to leak.

And the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinicole on your snout.

They eat your eyes and they eat you nose,
They eat the jelly between you toes,

The worms crawl in and your stomach turns green,
And puss poors out likewhipping cream,

You spread it on a peice of bread,
And thats what you eat when your dead.