I let the rattly skeleton
In my closet out
Once a year to go
Trick-or-treating and shout.
My skeleton is made of bones
Lots of them, I know
They're in my arms and legs
My ten fingers and my toes.
My skeleton holds me up
So I can dance and run
And do lots of other things
That are so very fun.
My skeleton keeps growing
Right along with me
I never want to lose it
Cause then where would I be?
