There was a certain Rich man

He wore the finest linen he can

Everyday at his home while he ate

There was a beggar laid at his gate

And he begged for the crumbs off the floors

Barely alive, the dogs licked his sores

Lazarus was his name and soon he died

Expired too, in his torment the rich man cried

Send Lazarus to cool me with drops from his thumb

The rich man saw him in Abraham’s bosom

He was fated to flames where he was tormented

Evil departed Lazarus and now he was comforted

No one could cross over the great gulf fixed

We, exclaimed Abraham, could never be mixed

Entreat them, I beg you, to send Lazarus back

Return him to my home where my five brothers are at

Early warning may prevent them from a similar fate

They must be told soon before it’s too late

Unto him Abraham then said

Ridiculous, they have Moses and prophets instead

Not believing Moses and the prophets’ word

Ensures they’ll find resurrection absurd

Dead people, they'll say, can never return