If your inclination is against mumification
Here's a slight variation
It's like taking a Summer vacation
Just lay down in restful inclination
In a vat of warmed sap
And take a restful nap
You'll never awken
Without ventilation
It may have the sensation of a trap
But it sure beats taxidermy or mufication
And sap is readily on tap
Just make sure of it's purificaton
no flies or twiggs or c-p
In due time you're be fossilized
No longer able to camber
You'll be forever preserved
In a block of amber
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