I Am Pretty Fond of Them
Without these we could not walk,
Could not reach
Could not stand
Or sit or
Talk
Without these skeletons would be naught.
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones in my window
Bones in my stew
I am pretty fond of them
How about you?
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