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When my wife died I was happy When my wife died I was glad I buried her beneath the fir Behind the cabbage patch Walking through gardens Walking up the roof-tile path I followed a fox Into a box that lay upon the grass Be careful when you're near the pond Be careful when you're near the pond We're finally going to get a patio I've said it for years Yes I know From the gate to the window I've moved the turf But there's still a long way to go... We're looking at least two more months From Letras Mania