Taking everything
Everything that was free
Taking the flowers,
Flowers from the open cemetery
Mean as ebineezer scrooge
A man with a terrible curse
He once pinched fifty pounds
Out of mother Teresa's
Purse
Nothing phased him
He was Mean as he could be
Even took a shilling
Of child who was only three
This mean old bar steward
Destined to expire all alone
Even God wiped all his memories
And left him,well bared to the bone
Didn't deserve an epitaph
For it would have surely read
Hear lies one mean bar steward
Everyone's quite happy now he's
Meanly dead