Many Heavens Poem by George Hunter

When I die I'm gonna go
To the Happy Hunting Grounds.
I wonder if other than
Indians are there to be found.
Where I'll fight my enemies
With tomahawk and spear
And every arrow I shoot
Will kill me a deer.

Or maybe, as an engineer,
I'll go when I die
To that big drafting room
Way up in he sky.
And draw great plans
By night and by day
Of skyscrapers and bridges
That cross over the bay.

Or maybe go with Ole Blue
To the Big Doghouse above
Filled with all of the pets
That I'd learned how to love.

And the Muslims will all
Go to Allah's heaven
Where they'll be rewarded
With virgins, ten times seven.
Better get there early before
They run out of pure girls
Or you'll have to settle for
A lot of flawed pearls.

The Catholics can go
To their heaven on high
To enjoy watching sinners
Burn in Hell while they fry.

And the Mormons all
Can enjoy their fates
And spend forever searching
For those Golden Plates.
Vikings will go to Valhalla
To fight, drink, and whore.
And spend their time worshiping
Their gods Odin and Thor.

The atheists don't sweat heaven
They know it's all in the mind.
Heaven's here on earth
And not hard to find.

Everyone's got an idea
Of what's to be won
When their miserable life
Here on this earth is done

As for me, I'm going back
To where I was before
I embarked on this
Very brief earthly tour.
It will be peaceful there
Don't you all see
As it's just dust to dust
For all eternity!