Jed

Jed is dead,
I heard it from Ted.
He got it, he said,
From the church notice he read.

Will miss ol’ Jed.
Died in his bed,
From a cut in his head,
I’d rather Jim had died instead.

A rumor, spread by Ned,
Said Jed had just bled and bled
His blanket all red,
From the cut in his head.

Jed’s coffin seemed made of lead,.
Of course he was very well fed,
Always eating a very big spread,
How did he get that cut in his head?

A drive with Jed
Filled you with dread.
Never slow, he always sped.
As though from something he fled.
Maybe that’s how he got the cut in his head?