Forever

See that chicken
clucking in the field
ducking in the bush
eating corn meal
what becomes of him
is what becomes of others
cause like the days of summer
his days are numbers

Death will come and
smote him with its thumb
it will be to him like
he has never been
they'll take away his beak
and they'll take away his feathers
and he'll be gone foreverworr

hear that fool
whimper at the mirror
lips all a-quiver
his mind's in a blizzard
the gravity of nught
turn his thoughts to glory
'cause momento mori
is the moral of his story

mort's gonna come
and take away his tongue
takes away the schemes
like waking takes a dream
they'll dole out all his things to
the heirs of his fetters
and he'll be gone forever

Almighty death
must be laid to rest
his bones and cloak
under nails and oak
if it's all got to end
then ending's got to end
he can reap his own
seeds he's sown

Science will come
and smote him with its thumb
it will be to them
like he has never been
they'll take away his scythe
and laugh away his spectre
and he'll be gone forever.