If crows should sing upon your grave,
I'll throw them something bright;
Or if sparrows dared to lift their voice,
I'd toss them something light.
If doves should come, to spill some woe,
I'd pitch down grains of rice;
But if vultures came, in grave salute-
Why, I'd think it was just right.
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