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Take my heart...
Take my liver and spleen,
And everything in-between.
Take my lung...
Take my other lung,
Heck, you can even have my tongue, `cause
I'm an organ donor,
That's what the little card said. . .
When I die, don't cry, don't say good-bye;
Take my insides instead!
Old Saint Pete
Won't sweep me down the flue
If I'm missing a valve or two,
And this husk
That I leave behind:
Not much more use than an onion rind, so
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Oh, what a comfort to know that
I won't be alone
If I should ever come to harm.
A hundred folks or so, wanting blood and bone,
Are lining up in case I buy the farm...
What excuse
Could you ever give
For not helping someone to live?
So be kind
To what you've got inside,
So you can be recycled when you've died, then
You'll be an organ donor,
When you sign that card, you'll say...
When I die, don't cry, don't say good-bye;
Give my insides away.
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