The Grim Reaper

Here he comes silently threshing the floor
Here he comes ghosting through wall and through door
Where is he going and what will he do
We’ll soon find out when he comes looking for you

There he is at the table, he is the grim reaper
And the man in the suit said you’re not my keeper
Soon as he said it he just dropped dead
All small round and fat with a face painted red