On the 5th of May I didn’t wake up,
My eyes stayed shut and my kidneys packed up;
My lungs didn’t breathe and my bowels didn’t grind,
My ears heard nothing, and nor did my mind!
The broken fence, the creaky gate,
General repairs would have to wait;
I wasn’t about to paint the shed,
I couldn’t buy paint – because I was dead!
I’d slipped away, and I never knew;
Nobody told me my time was due!
The things I had planned mattered no more,
And Daisy slept with the angels, cos I didn’t snore!