The day I die I\'d like it told,
He reached they\'d say One- Hundred and -Two years old.
\'\'He was having Sex one Morning in bed,\'\'
At least that\'s what the \'Gossips\' said.
The Rubicon Crossed, his Heart gave out,
A Bon Voyage there is no doubt.
And his Wife they\'d say when grief grew Bold,
Put her Nineteenth Birthday party on hold.