In the begining I was walking to an old graveyard near big (?) swamp. It was a celebration of some kind, everyone I knew was there and Paul Bateman and his orchestra. In the middle of the graveyard (???) grandmother Prudence, may she rest in peace.
Grandma Prudence? How did she look?
Well, we have seen worse. Naturaly I went up to greet her, she said to me:
You thought that I was dead *Knock it off, knock it off* But you were quite misled *Nothing more than a cough* I've had a lovely rest Since I met Herbert West The great reanimator.
Herbert West?
He's really very bright *He's a prof, he's a prof* If you don't mind a fright *(Nurse will be badly off?)* For Pru it would be best To marry Herbert West The great reanimator.
Marry Herbert West? She must have heard wrong. She meant Wilbur Whateley.
You must have heard wrong grandma it's not Herbert. It's Wilbur Whateley grandma that dear Pru is gonna wed.
NOOOO! It must be Herbert Henry my greatgrandchild. My little Prudence who you named for me Herbert's bride was meant to be! She'll never have to die *Knock it off, walk it off* Or even say goodbye *That's a thing not a scoff* I'm really quite impressed With darling Herbert West The great reanimator.
But we already took ad in a social register, We already agreed to have lunch with Wilbur.
But we announced it grandma in the papers, And Wilbur Whateley grandma we were gonna meet for lunch.
NONONO! So you announced it Henry that's your problem As Wilbur Whateley (can I say to you?) Henry that's your problem too! *You thought that she was dead Knock it off knock it off That's not what Herbert said Walk it off, walk it off With just a small syringe And research on the (fringe?) He's a reanimator.*