Hic Jacet

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Hic Jacet

The coroner’s merry little children

Have such twinkling brown eyes.

Their father is not of gay men

And their mother jocular in no wise,

Yet the coroner’s merry little children

Laugh so easily.

They laugh because they prosper.

Fruit for them is upon all branches.

Lo! how they jibe at loss, for

Kind heaven fills their little paunches!

It’s the coroner’s merry, merry children

Who laugh so easily.