If I lay in the sand where hyenas roam

If I lay in the sand where hyenas roam

With hope I would await the night

When a hungry one came running

To dig me up with howls from the loosely filled grave!

How I would struggle with the greedy beast,

Unflaggingly, to save my life!

We would be fighting, rolling in the sand

And I am sure that I would conquer.

I'd throw the beast down on its back

And jump about, a new-born, in my shroud,

Singing merrily while homeward-bound

I'd throw the undertaker into the doctor's face!