A Funeral Trust

                                 (An alleged “funeral trust” is the latest in Cincinnati - news)

O, this is a merry footstool

     Where we linger day by day

And the things that daily happen

     Make us want to always stay.

How we love the trusts and mergers

     Raising oil and bread and beef;

How we love the ones who promise

     They will soon bring us relief.

We has hoped sometime t shuffle

     Off this choking mortal coil,

And be freed from slow starvation,

     And be freed from daily toil,

But the undertakers’ merger

Knocks our fondest hopes sky-high;

For we’ll find when comes the challenge

     It will cost too much to die.

    

April 6, 1910