A Rap, Tap, Tap. To Weak Are Napping.

It was a rap, that would have been hysterica if it were a rap, but no, it was about, like, table wrappings. Someone took the music sheet and performed it. I don't think they could record things back then. It's only a minute long. So, o ke, play it here. You can't hear it, fom, i can hear you can softly, softly, hear the rustle oof, the spirit's airy wings. They are coming down to mingle once again with earthly things. Rap, tap, tap. To ege napping. Last friends are near you. Good friends, or wai, dead friends are