Stole this bit from articled called the Edge in the Oregonian newspaper:

The poems of Emily Dickinson are majorly dreary and depressing.  But
thankfully, most of her stuff perks right up if you sing it to the
"Gilligan's Island" theme. Give it a try:

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortality.

Or try this one:

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.