Good Day, good day now, I am the reaper,
And I've come to take you back to your home.
But for this particular adventure,
You will have to come yourself, all alone.
I am sorry but your time is forfeit,
With it I hope you've been goodly.
Yet it is done, put down ye your goblet,
It is of no use to be so broody.
Your years, they have wound away so quickly
The sand in my glass knows it to be so
'T may seem untimely; you aren't e'en sickly
But the clock tocked its last for you: now go.
Don't feel remorse for your loved ones up top
They'll join you soon, with the sound of a Chop.