How to Die Proper

If you wanna knowthe way to die proper,have a look there at that Tree.Give a good look now, at how it lays,faced flat in the leaves so rottenthey mash like mud on y'r boots.Look good now, have a long stareat the base of that beauty,pulled and peeled like a corn husk.Now, son, i'm tell'n,this old girl gave her life willingly,gave it like a gift.She wasn't kill't by the wind,the ice didn't bring her down.She went crash'n with a smile--Look at her, she still smilesjust as dead as drift wood.Now, if I learn't anything from the wari'll tell ya,that a man damn nearly neverdies with a smile like that.