Listen, children:
Your father is dead.
From his old coats I'll make you little jackets;
I'll make you little trousers From his old pants.
There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco;
Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank;
Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with.
Life must go on, And the dead be forgotten;
Life must go on, Though good men die;
Anne, eat your breakfast;
Dan, take your medicine;
Life must go on;
I forget just why.
