This is a rather nonsensical story my father told to me. He said his mother told it to him, and he wants the story to be passed down in the family.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came to kill the two dead boys.
If you don't believe my tale is true,
ask the blind man, he saw it too.