From deep within

The shallow grave

Nothing there

With treasure galore

Pie faced

And bandersnatched

 

And I shall die

No more

No less

 

Yet white reflection

Staring back

Seems to beckon

The grave don’t beckon

Yet seems to call

From times gone past

And in the morn

 

And I shall die

No more

No less

 

Now pie is dead

The smell produced

Now fills the room

And I fly

When deaths great service

Comes from school

 

And I shall die

No more

No Less

 

But when

It comes with

Wings on high

Come to my ears

And sing in praise

For the day is ‘or

 

And I shall die

No more

No less

 

Let the all shout

Let the few cry

For in this world

Of death and pain

It turns to joy

but lives disdain

 

And I shall die

No more

No less

 

For the pie faced

And Bandersnatched

To Homer and Voltaire

To Vinci and Babbage

And from the school

Where kids oppressed

 

No more

No less