Better it would be for me
and better it would have been
had i not been born, not grown
not been brought into the world
not had to come to this earth
not been suckled for the world
If i'd died a three-night-old
been lost in my swaddling hand
i'd have needed but a span of doth
a span more of wood,
but a cubit of goof earth
two words from the priest
three verses from the cantor
one clang from the bell