She wore a ribbon in her hair,
Red it was and placed there with care.
It made her feel better when she was alive,
But that was so long ago it had faded on its side,
There in the coffin she had wasted to skin and bone,
No bothers there, no interruption from that rotary phone.
Just silence and dark, and eternity awaiting,
She died an angel, a professor of God and anti-Satan.
Her soul now freed to roam the world above,
While her body rotted away, on her head that ribbon bow.