“Did you ever think as a hearse goes by,
That you will be the next one to die?
They wrap you up in big white sheets
and cover you from head to feet.
And the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
In your stomach and out your snout,
And your eyes fall out and your teeth decay,
And that is the end of a perfect day.”
Unlike just about anyone else, I never read these books as a kid.
And I probably didn’t need to.
But oh well!