Don’t know if the song has an actual name, it goes;
“Oh don’t you laugh, when the hearse goes by, for you may be the next to die.
They wrap you in a big white sheet, and throw you in about six feet deep.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, and the ants play pinochle on your snout.
And then you turn a mossy green, and goo runs out like thick whipped cream.”
My dad used to sing this little gem to me when I was a kid.
That might be another thread…....