MR BUMBLE

(spoken) Liberal terms, Mr SowerberryLiberal terms? Three pounds!

SOWERBERRY

(spoken) Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy

MR BUMBLE

He's a born undertaker's mute
I can see him in his black silk suit
Following behind the funeral procession
With his features fixed in a suitable expression
There'll be horses with tall balck plumes
To escort us to the family tombs,
With mourners
In all corners
Who've been taught to week in tune

Then the coffin lined with satin
That's your funeral

MRS SOWERBERRY

That's your funeral

SOWERBERRY

Large enough to wear your hat in
That's your funearl

MRS SOWERBERRY

That's your funeral

SOWERBERRY

We're just here to glamourize you for that
Endless sleep

MRS SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY

You might just as well look fetching
When you're six feet deep

MRS SOWERBERRY

At the wake we'll drink a toddy
To the body beautiful

MR SOWERBERRY

That's your funeral

MRS SOWERBERRY

Not our funeral

BOTH

That's your funeral

SOWERBERRY

If you're fond of overeating
That's your funeral

MRS SOWERBERRY

That's your funeral

SOWERBERRY

Starve yourself by undereating
That's your funeral

THE FUNERAL PROCESSION

That's your funeral?

MRS SOWERBERRY

Visualize the earth descentind on you clod by clod
You can't come back when