Black death is here and I?m starting to fear
My world will come undone
My son Hamlet is dead with sores on his head
He?s not the only one
I?ve written plays galore on the stage they will soar
But the theatre?s closed
Bring out your dead they are starting to spread
Death to everyone
Will I live to write another play
Or will I just slip into my grave
When I die will I see my son again
Or when I am dead is my life done
verse 2
From the Decamoron
All?s well that ends well but I?m starting to tell
This isn?t much fun
A merchant in Venice heard I lost my son
He said it?s safe with him in a country inn
Away from everyone
Will I live to write another play
Or will I just slip into my grave
When I die will I see my son again
Or when I am dead is my life done