grim goblin, and the ghostly death-ship.)
NARRATOR
The sign called out, “Eats,”So in walked Inez and Julie
And Death was their waiter.
No, not Ptomaine,
Nor Trichinosis---
Just grisly old Death,
His grin fifty cubits wide by thirty cubits high,
The perfect ark for transporting souls to Hell.
(Brimstone.)
THE END
