This is part of a humerous ditty that was popular when I was a lad, before the Earth cooled.

One dark day in the middle of the night

Two dead boys began to fight.

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

If you dont believe this story is true;

ask the blind man; he saw it, too.

He lives on the corner in the middle of the block

in a two-story house on a vacant lot.

An empty truck loaded with bricks

ran over our dead cat and killed it.