Sometimes I let him out in the middle of the day
He rattles about but he don't get in the way
He's a rhythm section when he walks
Sounds like Morse Code when he talks
Writes on blackboards without chalk
He's a calcified anomaly

I let him get the door for me late one Halloween
He asked the little monsters in
You should'a heard 'em scream
He's a hollow-headed Holy Ghost
Lives on pumpkin pie and toast
This bony-breasted boy's the most fun
Any skeleton could be

Though he's usually pretty stable he's a modular man
And on one can fall to pieces like a skeleton can
He's a vertebrated old galute
Got metatarsals in his boots
Plays his shinbone like a flute
He's more entertaining than T.V.

[Repeat first verse]

© 1985 Buddy Mondlock