"We'd So Much Rather be Dead."

Life could be fresh and free,
On a lonely island in the tropic sea.
We have found safe and sound,
A refuge from the greed and animosity.

Batter us with batons
When we help ourselves to satins;
We don't mind,
'Cos we'd so much rather be dead.
Tempt us not with victuals,
To dispense with beer and skittles,
Far above, where we're so much happier dead.
It's nice to be friends with the cherubim,
We're on visiting terms with the seraphim.
The Wage Tax cannot reach us,
And the Government can't impeach us
Far away . . . O, we'd so much rather be dead!

Paradise
S'awfully nice,
Earth could not entice us back at any price.
Without our shrouds,
Above the clouds,
We indulge in rare celestial exercise.