Intro: verse 1 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 I’m stealing stories to write things you’ll like 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