There’s a Jello® mold of Texas, that’s been in the family
No other tin mold like it, grandmother, gave to me
We cried so when she left us, that precious smelt-of-tin
And so we spread her ashes, near the town of Austin

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It’s an urn for good for granny
The mold was cleverly used
Her life was lone and starry
Her state and form are fused
She made talk of her dying dish
To make it lemony
So a yellow mold of Jello®
Holds this Belle from Aberdeen

Well there’s plenty room for granny, suspended in her state
But not upon the table where we clean our dinner plates
We know that she would approve, of her final jigglin’place
Her mem’ry’s not gone with the tin, neither her tacky tastes

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Oh look who’s coming to dinner, I hope they don’t loose their lunch
Can we eat a meal together, and not seem a morbid bunch
Will she stay safe and hidden? That still remains to be seen
As the Jello® holds the Texan who held a dying dream
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