Little Susie Lee caught a horrible fever
In a cold sweat dream
Death came to retrieve her
But she sat him down
And said “Look here, you know!”
“It simply ain’t my time to go”
And she brewed Death up a pot of tea
She said “Let’s have a chat”
“Just you and me”
“I’m six years old”
“And I’ve still gotta grow”
“So it obviously ain’t my time to go”
She told him great tales of the things she’d do
She’d be the President
And cure cancer, too
She’d win the Nobel prize
Twenty times in a row
So it clearly wasn’t Susie Lee’s time to go
Taken by her zeal, Grim sat captivated
She carried on for hours
He politely waited
And she listed every greatness
That the world would know
Because it really wasn’t yet her time to go
And then in the night her fever broke
Death pushed back his chair
And he stood and spoke
“Little Susie Lee”
“You’re right, I know…”
“It’s definitely not your time to go”
Susie woke up that bright new morn
With a calm sense of knowing
Like she’d been re-born
And she got straight to work
She had a lot to show
Before it was Susie Lee’s Time to go