A litle boy sat on the floor,
playing checkers near the door.
When death tapped, Swede said "Go away!
I can't go now, I want to play!"
and death left him, for that day.
A young man sat beside his girl,
he held her close, his heart a-whirl.
Death rapped knuckles on the window,
Swede said, "You have got to go!"
"I'm trying to make a move, you know?"
A father held his toddler son,
glad that Death had spared this one.
A soft knock sounded 'cross the room,
Swede said, "Go away and take your doom!"
And kissed the soft cheek's rosy bloom.
A working man covered in grime,
went home each night for family time.
A firm strike echoed through the house,
Swede said, "Why, that must be a mouse!"
"Go away, now, Death; you louse!"
Early in the morning hours,
when the man had lost his powers,
Death came and took our Swede away.
I've rarely seen a darker day.
"Treat him gently," his loved ones pray.
Bye, Swede. Remember always how much we all love you.