Stupidity like liquid flows like mucous. 

Fools foolishly follow their foolish chaos. 

Yet death dances in a tune for all and sundry. 

Begone they depart forever on decree. 

Down on earth the living cry with sadness. 

They weep tears swollen with worthlessness. 

Yet the dead like angels fly 

They dance in heaven alive and dry. 

Souls depart from bodies dead with decay. 

Worms feed on the bodies so to relay. 

Flying, the souls sprout wings as white as snow. 

In heaven, to God they float so slow. 

Welcome they feel as they dance to God's tune. 

How honored they feel like princes in the dune.

Yet the dead like angels fly 

They dance in heaven alive and dry. 

Problems on earth are as many as sand. 

Sadness is felt with tears as they rant. 

Nothing can teach them of heavenly bliss. 

Unless it be the sound of a snake's hiss. 

Therefore cry not when a relative does depart. 

We only wait for our turn to part. 

Yet the dead like angels fly 

They dance in heaven alive and dry.