The phone rang, He’s dead!
The caller said,
Broken, I need aid.
Filled with pang,
I exclaimed, dang!
As my heart rang.
He was a jolly good fellow,
His warm smile so mellow,
A joy to his fellow.
I shed tears,
Crushed by fears,
He’s gone, life’s unfair.
Covered by mist,
Dust to Dust,
Gone to rest.
He was a jolly good fellow,
His warm smile so mellow,
A joy to his fellow.
PPBlessing 