An Angel told me to hear;
Hold your life dear;
To risk your life for vanity, fear;

What matters is not life here, years seventy;
What matters is nest life, plenty;
Over Styx the river, for eternity;

Understand the lord, he is wise;
Follows laws, for all to notice rife;
Breaking laws, may be a trap, little mice;

Early bird finds the bait;
BANG, somebody full of next life hate;
Second mouse get it and ate;

If you point a gun, toy of;
Then you sign you are not a peace-dove;
More like suicide by cop, love;

Do you see the way, man;
All four main directions, to be ran;
Forward, back, left and right, I can;

Put seven balls togther tight;
Lord with a heart, right;
Remove middle, go for a flight;

Signs of next life magic tickle;
In your purse your dollar turned into a nickel;
Accept this world evidence or excuse brittle;

And some humour

Three Poles went into a London pub, one of them walked up to the bartender and said, "A screwdriver, please", the second Pole said "Same for me, please", the third looked at them and said, "Are we here for a job?"