If today was the day I was going to die
I would want to throw a pie up to the sky
And catch it and then throw again
To have some fun and make a plan
For death comes when we least expect it
Could be when lying down or having a sit
Or even running a lap or two
Or cutting carrots and making a stew
We never know when it’s our time
To write some words or make a rhyme
And which will be our very last
Will we speak of the future or the soon to be past
Our time on Earth is very short
We can speak plainly or end in retort
Not knowing when the time is nigh
We can go out loud or with a sigh
So if I could choose to be sane or insane
I would start all over and do it again