Have a crying sighing Funeral 
It's the worst time of the year 
I don't know if Will will be so 
Depressed this time next year 

Have a crying sighing Funeral
And when you begin to weep
Say goodbye to fish you know 
And dig a hole that's deep

Boo hoo the fishes who
Float where you can see 
Nobody waits for you 
They're buried by the tree 

Have a sighing crying Funeral
E-liza-beth we will miss you
Oh, bygolly 
Have a sighing crying Funeral
This year!

Boo hoo the fishes who
Waited for food in vain
But the fish from the creek
Sucked it all away

Have a sighing crying Funeral 
And in case you didn't hear 
Oh, bygolly 
Don't you get anymore fishes 
This year 

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In memory of Elizabeth, who was tragically starved to death and therefore sucked up the filter on the Twenty-Third of August in the Year-of-Our-Lord Two Thousand and Fourteen.