He sprang to his truck, to the graveyard he flew, The hours were short and much work must he do. He looked for the grave where the fattest one laid, And started in digging with shovel and spade. He shoveled and shoveled and shoveled some more, Till finally he reached the old coffin door. He took out a crowbar and pried open the box, He was not only clever, but sly as a fox.
