They're flesh were rotten,
They've got brittle bones,
They drank a cup of coffee
That they always liked cold.
But as they drank, they both smiled
Reminiscing the old days,
When they were still young lovers
The memories they can't erase.


They're dead now, but still together,
inside a cave of stone,
Where Mr. and Mrs. Smith
became walking skeletons.
They have no flesh, have no eyes
and no more teeth but they still smile,
Mr. and Mrs. Smith still love each other
Though they're more than senile.