Dizzy Lizzie Lazarus, wouldn't stay dead,
Walked in the grave yard, minus her head,
All the mourners ran away, from her personal wake,
When Lizzie’s coffin opened up, because she wanted cake.
The preacher said, now, Lizzie, dear, you need to stay quite dead,
No walking in the battlements and scaring folks in bed,
But Lizzie got up anyway, like a sleeper in the night,
I only wants a cup of tea, no reason to take fright.
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