Are you down there, Henry?

If they bury you in this town,

be sure they dig you deep.

Cos the rabbits and the dogs will try

to interupt your sleep.

We're often in the graveyard

and we don't hang around

There's bunnies running everywhere

that should be underground.

We chase them fast as we both can

me and Haggis,my big bruvver

but under some ol' marble slab's

where they will find safe cover.

That's where the chase will have to end

we stand frustrated there

Head nose and ears are in the hole

and tails in the air

Our favourite grave is Henry Miles

Died 1923

There's two holes under that one

One for Haggis, one for me.

So Henry, sir, you lived so old,

now sleeping like a log,

unless you wake and wonder why

you're yelled at by a dog

Sleep on, old timer, pay no mind,

protect your rabbit's nest

Ignore the westies hunting 6 foot

up from your last rest.

Deefski-the-Bard