When I quit this mortal shore
And mosey round this earth no more.
Don’t weep or sigh or grieve a cob
I may have struck a better job.
Don’t go and buy a big bouquet
For which you’ll find it hard to pay.
Don’t hang around me looking blue
I may be better off than you.
Don’t tell folks I was a saint
Or anything, you know I ain’t.
If you have, that stuff to spread
Please hand it out, before I’m dead.
If you have roses, bless your soul
Just put them in, my buttonhole ..
But do it while, I’m at my best
Instead of when, I’m safe at rest.
By Author Unknown