He picked it up
With a confident hand.
It was goat's milk,
Angel-wing white.
Fabius gulped it down,
And then choked to death
Upon a single goat's hair.
Please don't let me die a worthless death.
George, Duke of Clarence,
Had a passion for drinking.
He sipped the blood of Christ,
He drank it deep,
And it carried him down
Where he was drowned
In a butt of Malmsey.
Don't let me die an intoxicated death.
The gate was open.
The keeper was missing.
Lepidus was unaware
His death was waiting there.
Stepping out of his house,
Passing through the gate,
He stubbed his big toe -- and died.
Don't let me die a meaningless death.
Predicting his own death,
Down to the very day,
He made a tragic mistake
In challenging God that way.
Surely Burton was jested
On that melancholy day
When he quietly passed away.
Don't let me die a cynical death.
Philomenes laughed too loudly
At the mount of Jesus --
The fig eating ass.
It wears his burden;
The cross upon its back.
Those figs were his dessert,
But he ate laughing death instead.
Please don't let me die a worthless
Intoxicated
Meaningless
Cynical
Holy ass eating fig death.
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