The Reaper looks ever so poorly

The Reaper looks ever so grim

But then it is hardly surprising

He really is terribly thin

With his job there’s no time for dinner

He looks like he’s dead on his feet

He really is ever so busy

And doesn’t get much time to eat

It’s about time he had an assistant

Some help is what’s needed, and quick

If he does not start, looking after himself

He’s going to end up quite sick

So if his employers are listening

And they don’t want to get into trouble

Make sure he takes all his mealtimes and breaks

But do it tout suite, at the double