IF I SHOULD DIE

And so if I should die now

I want stars on the cask

a handful of brown soil

blood-warm enough to bask

and at the cemetery

a violin sonata

full of resounding seashells

and of the sun blown brighter

To all who should start crying

a little handkerchief

give them with my name on it

A keepsake of some grief

To my health raise an ale

the dead man liked to pour

for I’ll no longer ail

nor ever hunger more

To my bones raise a toast

rest in peace that they may

Trust me it irks the most

to die on a summer day