The day I die I\'d like it told,
He reached 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.