The Grim Reaper walks into the room
calling out a name to meet his or her doom
His tall pale skeletal figure slithers about in the room
while he chooses those who he deems to be doomed
Nothing gets past the Reaper as he searches his prey
The Reaper must be vigilant lest someone try to get away
With a grin on the face, the Reaper has no words
for you to embrace, but we all know the Reaper
must be put in his place