Here lies a poor man who was always tired,
He lived in a house where carers were hired.
His last words on earth were: ‘Now look, I am going
To where there’s no cooking, or washing, or sewing,
For everything there is exact to my wishes,
For where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes.
I’ll be where the waves are so gently lapping,
With only the seabirds to wake me from napping.
Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me ever,
I am going to do nothing for ever and ever’.