Old Uncle Albert had been a carpenter Away back in the day But even now being old and frail He still wanted to have his way.
He wanted to make something useful And challenging if he could So he set about making a flat-packed coffin Out of spare pieces of wood.
“This could really catch on!” he said As the idea in his brain he moulded So he set about with springs and hinges To ensure that it unfolded.
Everything was going to plan And he thought about it often He was well advanced in designing His own flat-packed coffin.
The day came for him to try it Then all about it he would forget For he was not ready to do it for real And definitely not yet.
Preparing to try his new creation He was already feeling quite terse As he closed the lid on his flat-packed coffin There parked nearby a black hearse.
He managed to lock himself inside This flat-packed coffin made of wood But the hearse had stopped at the wrong address It wasn’t looking too good.
Well, they loaded the coffin into the hearse But even although he did shout He couldn’t be heard from inside the box There was no way he could get out.
The doors closed and the hearse began moving Towards the cemetery To his final resting place Uncle Albert was on his way.
At the graveside the mourners were gathered To say their final farewell But nobody knew it was the wrong coffin Sadly, nobody could tell.
As Albert was lowered into the grave The mourners began to sing But Albert, now in a severe state of panic Managed to locate a spring.
Just then, the coffin lid sprung open And Albert was catapulted in the air Some of the mourners fainted At what they had witnessed there.
Uncle Albert landed in a field Beside an old sheep pen Old Uncle Albert has never mentioned The flat-packed coffin again.