The Undertaker

An elegy is sung
The man has now come
To take the body away
He's clothed in black
His head is a-hat
He thinks this work a-play
He giggles and smiles
He's going senile
The cart bumps over a hole
The body on display
People run in disarray
The coffin has no body, behold
He roles on and on
The giggling fool
No notice of anything wrong
His headquarters appear
He finds the cart empty
Instead, he sips tea the day long