(In memory of a heart attack, to the melody of
'Nothing Could Be Finer than to Be in Carolina')

Life would be much finer
If I didn't have angina
Every morning !
Every time I waken
Then I find my chest is achin'
Every morning !
Glyceryl trinitrate
Is the stuff I hate;
If I could do without it
I'd leap a five-barred gate.
Bring me eggs and bacon
Every time that I awaken
In the morning !
Bring me cake and candy
Anything that you have handy
In the morning;
If I had another heart for only one day,
I'd jump for joy and here's what I'd say,
'Life is so much finer
When you never have angina
In the morning !'

W. G. S.
April 1995