Four Skeletons and An Umbrella
Four skeletons and an umbrella she sang with an “oh ho!”
She sang it high and she sang it low.
She sang it wherever we decided to go.
Four skeletons and an umbrella, they are happy and gay.
She sang it loudly almost every October day.
We rolled our eyes, not understanding her way.
Four skeletons and an umbrella, she said.
I will reorganize them daily, until I am dead.
We laughed at her silliness, our cousin Miss Fred.
Four skeletons and an umbrella is what we found in her yard.
The day she slipped away with her friend, an old singing bard.
They went to Spain, which was not my petard.
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