Chapter VI: Heaven

She says that when we all have died
We’ll walk in white there (then she cried)
All free from sorrow, sin, and care--
But I’m not sure I’d like it there.

She cannot tell me what we’ll do,
I couldn’t sing the whole day through:
The angels might not care to play,
Or else I mightn’t like their way.

I never loved my Uncle Ned,
So I can’t love him now he’s dead.
He’d be the only one I know--
She says it’s wicked to talk so.

I’d like to see how God would look,
I’d like to see that Judgment Book:
But pretty soon I’d want to be
Where the real people were, you see.

When people turn dead in a dream,
I wake up, and I scream and scream:
And since they’re all dead there, you know,
I’m sure that I should feel just so!