G. Reaper was a hard-working man
However his job made him feel cyan
With a low wage and no health insurance to speak of
He and his companions (El Muerte, and Thanatos) decided to strike without mercy or love!

They raised their signs in Komaki
Chained themselves to David in Italy
Picketed right at Hell’s front door
A true display of esprit de corps

The fuming Boss, Lucifer watched his workers refusing to take life
And in an act of surrender, he raised the star shaped loosestrife
He declared higher pay, security and less labor
The three then saw him as their savior

The pale and shriveled demons sang out a polyphonic prose
And for three nights and three days they had a real Dia de Muertos
Then El Muerte went back to his throne
In Sierra Leone
Thanatos left next Monday
For Burundi
And G. Reaper sped
Right to your bed