The rain drops fall the sky is black

Today I'll have to wear my Mac'.

To say farewell to my pal John

Who now is dead yet not quite gone.

I never saw him smile or grin

His looks were miserable as sin.

He'd love this weather I just know

The cold the rain and winters snow

He chose to be an undertaker,

To get folk ready for their maker

"Because my clients all are dead

They don’t complain to me," he said.

And So I've come to say farewell

And take one last look at my pal,

His countenance I dread to see,

All sad and full of misery.

The church bell tolls the organ plays

Yet I remember happy days.

I look at him, and then I gasp,

For now he wears a smile at last!