Jack
likes to sit and watch the pub go by,
his
shovel stood upon its pointy end.
To
strangers' queries, locals just reply
with
nods and winks and "he's the vicar's friend."
At
closing time they gather round the spade ‒
a
voluble and quite eccentric throng ‒
as
pints are pulled and spirits are arrayed,
while
'Bella leads the punters in a song:
"Dig
graves! Dig graves! Let's hear it for our Jack!
Dig
graves! Dig graves! We're never coming back
from
cancer, suicide and heart attack!
Dig
graves! Dig graves! Feet first into the black!
So
raise a glass to each gravedigger's toil,
until
we shovel off this mortal coil..."
RJT
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