One morning in his filthy bed,
Vladimir Cretin was found dead.
An autopsy could not be done,
so they did a necropsy instead.
A heart defect was cause of death;
no wonder he had no more breath.
It wasn't that his heart was small;
it seems he had no heart at all!
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Autopsies are performed on humans. Necropsies are performed on animals.