I’m getting buried in the morning

I’m getting buried in the morning.
Ding,dong the bells are going to rhyme.
I am in no hurry
So do not make a flurry
And do not let me get there quite on time.

I’m get buried in the morning
I’m puzzled as I am  alive not  dead.
There must be an error,
But never mind the terror
I am thinking of those books I’ve never read
Put them in my coffin
And please stop that  raucous laughing…
I’d like to die right here in your soft bed.

I’m getting buried in the morning…
We had to book it ten years in advance.
We are running out of space
To take the human race..
But why don’t we make love again,just once?
If the exertion kills me
It will surely thrill me
And I’m sorry I am too rigid for a dance.
You may die as well..
There’s no way we can tell..
So why not take this very last cha…..