MOURNERS: Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying? What grisly sort of plague is going round? It seems with every day A D'Ysquith slips away And here we are assembled putting another one in the ground
It's frankly all been rather mystifying Do forgive me if I scoff: But is it not a trifle odd How they've all gone off to God Suddenly they're congregating underneath the sod
Oh, why are all the D'Ysquiths dying What a tasteless way of showing off
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying It seems that all of London's shaken to the core To lose one relative One can certainly forgive But how can you excuse losing two Or three Or four Or seven
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying I've never seen such recklessness before It's unnerving It's not that they're not undeserving Really
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying When truth to tell so many others should Though Privately it was said They should all drop dead No one thought They ever really would
I happened to notice there wasn't a lot of crying I even heard a snigger from the back Oh, it really is a shame How I start to feel the same How many are there left to bury after what's-his-name?
I ask you
Why are all the D'Ysquiths dying Whoever's next, I swear I won't come back I'm utterly exhausted keeping track And most of all, I'm sick of wearing black