They just all went down like flies, all six of them.

He's like elephant man. They are saying he could be lying there in six months. He needs a miracle. Those were their words: He needs a miracle.

He is like a shell of who he is and this machine is pumping out his lungs.

Oh! that the memories which survive us here Were half so lovely as these wings of thine! Pure relics of a blameless life, that shine Now thou art gone.

Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him, you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.

Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Could'st thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away.