Hello, Death, how are you?
It's so good of you to stop.
I'm sure you must be busy
Harvesting your crop.
For you to stop each night like this
And ask if I am ripe yet is
A little over-zealous.
You will make the ripe fruit jealous!
But who am I to judge?
I'm sure you really know your stuff.
Why don't you stay for dinner?
I can heat you up some left-overs.