MR. DEATH

I am here, you are there

I will reap, I will not sow

My leave is not without a soul

So gather ye before me, let me make my choice

Who is the fairest, the oldest, the richest, the poorest of you all

You! Yes you, You will go today!

Whirl your wind and file a suit if you like

I am yours and you are mine

We will marry today

Then exit tomorrow.