Poor Dead Bob (sung to Three Blind Mice, more or less)

Poor Dead Bob. Poor Dead Bob.
See how he runs. Not at all.
He lays so still on the side of the road,
Not moving a muscle at all.
I guess he should have watched out for the car.
Poor Dead Bob. Poor Dead Bob.

Three Blind Mice. Three Blind Mice.
See how they run. See how they run.
They all run after the farmers wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.
Did you ever see such a site in your life.
Three Blind Mice. Three Blind Mice.

It fits well in my own way. We made this up after Marissa ran over a skunk while driving on Washington to pick up Xander for seminary. It probably happened the fall semester of 2018, soon after she received her permit, but I don't know the exact date.