When I die and you lay me down Just call all my friends around Dont drop me six feet underground Put me in a compost pile Put me in a compost pile Be sure to be wearing a smile When I go meet my maker Wont need no undertaker Put me in a compost pile I believe that would be my style Bury me to my earlobes Need to feed all of my microbes Put me in a compost pile Watch what grows in a little while One fine day I will be free I will learn what that will be Then youll know what to do with me Put me in a compost pile Put me in a compost pile Be sure to be wearing a Smile
Posted on: Fri, 02 May 2014 15:52:14 +0000
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