Last night I went spelunking
And I got to do some thunking
About my life, my hopes, my dreams, my fears,
And just like a stalactite
I found my life had not been upright
But full of hanging out and wasted years.
Then a rock fell on my head
And I found out I was dead,
So I lay for many years down in the damp.
But my life derived its meaning
When some other cavers came careening
And saw a dusty pile of human bones.