Poor Job has died
God rest his soul!!
He was not old of days
But the time had come
Most of his friends
Have already departed.

Job lived modestly
He never wore a bow tie
A butterfly on his neck
He did not buy expensive
Clothes even for his wedding.

But today poor Job
Is in a black deluxe limousine
On his last trip around
Traffic at intersections
Stops for Job and for
The funeral convoy
The last gesture of respect
For the late poor Job
By the road traffic.

Now Job is well mowed
Shaved, mousse and powdery
And he wears a white shirt
Expensive costume and tie
Shoes polished and shining
Job knowingly had purchased
For this special day.