We wandered the church, it was dull and grey
And there was no sign of the light of day
For off in the distance, we could hear voices singing
Almost immediately, the church bells were ringing
“It’s angels from Heaven,” Penelope told me.
“They’ve come to claim another lifeless steed.”
I looked over to the dead man and sure as light,
He was carried up to Heaven until his skin was white
I wept big tears and waved a silent goodbye
For it was what men experience when they die
Their skin turns pale and they grow huge wings
And go off to Heaven to do other nice things.
