I had a friend who died and he
On earth so loved and trusted me
That ere he quit this worldly shore
He made me his executor.
He asked me through my natural life
To guard the interests of his wife.
To see that everything was done
Both for his daughter and his son.
I have his money to invest
And though I try my level best
To do that wisely, I’m advised,
My Judgement oft is criticized.
His widow, once so calm and meek,
Comes hot with rage three times a week
And rails at me because I must
To keep my oath, appear unjust.
His children hate the sight of me.
Although their friend I’ve tried to be.
And every relative declares,
I interfere with his affairs.
Now when I die I’ll never ask
A friend to carry such a task
I’ll spare him all such anguish sore
And leave a hired Executor.