The Reaper

I turned around:
There was the Reaper
With a long Trumpet
Shouting music out.

"Please stop that," I said
And with my feet
I tried to take his Trumpet away
Then I felt his bony arm
And he stopped me:

"No, that is not allowed!"
He shouted out.

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