
Death came knocking at my door,
I looked out and asked Who for?
He came back with a grin of joy,
And said, Wise up! It's you, my boy!
Me? I cried, as I held back,
You must be nuts, now listen Mac.
Don't kid around and tell that lie,
I'm really living, too young to die.
Well, I'm not kidding, sorry friend,
You've been informed, this is the end.
Your number's up, your goose is cooked,
You've a reservation, you're fully booked.
But, why pick me, what have I done?
Why come now and spoil my fun?
I'm quite happy here on earth,
Go! Now get, and take your berth!
No, I'm afraid I can't do that,
You had your turn, you were at bat.
You missed the play, no need to pout,
One, two, three --you just struck out!
I just won't go, I want to live,
I really have much more to give.
My outlook's strong, my willpower too,
I'll fight you off, that's what I'll do.
Your pleading is to no avail,
Too bad pal, now hit the trail.
Just lie back and rest your head,
This won't take long, you'll soon be dead.
I can't, I won't! Oh, no, you're right,
I guess I'll not live through the night.
But, there's one thing I'd like to know;
Do I go above --or down below?