It’s Dead

It’s dead     It’s dead
The candle is dead     No more light from the wick
No more flame the molten wax to lick
It lit up slow, but it was gone too quick

It’s dead     It’s dead
The baby is dead     No more air in the lung
The angel of death has this one stung
Never to kiss, or piss, or drop some dung
It’s dead     It’s dead