Our mortal vapor.

The grave diggers were getting boring

That was fine with them

For they were not gentleman

They reaper was their leader after all

Who was a grim fellow

Yet had a strange charm

Sometimes holding women in his arms

But like a gentleman

Being kind

And never inviting harm

With great barbeque parties on the lawn

With his lawn mower on

Death though was blind in some ways

And tended to be grim

Never so kind, but loving life...

For his job was his

Yet every spring New bunnies were born

Which he felt no responsibility for

It was just part of the creative process

As if death were more mysterious

Than his title suggests...