Whenever you see the raven go by, You'll now you'll be the next to die, They'll wrap you up in bloody sheets, and throw you down ten thousand feet, They'll put up in a big black box, and cover you up in dirt and rocks, All goes well for about a week, Until your coffin begins to leak. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, The worms play pinochle in your snout, They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, They eat the jelly between your toes. A big green worm with rolling eyes Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes. Your stomach turns a slimy green, And pus pours out like whipping cream. You'll spread it on a slice of bread, And this is what you eat when you are dead.