Bones

An original poem by Bob Randolph

Bones
Bones, Bones, Bones, them Bones
What Bones?
You know, them Bones

Bone Jour and Bone Ami
Bury those French Bones
There must be other Bones

Well there is
Bones knows music and
Bones knows all that other stuff

What does Bones really know?
Bones on Bones or
Chocolate Bone-Bones

Bones are connected, you know
You mean as in Tele-Bone
Bell Tele-Bone, that has a ring to it

How does that grab you?
Gets you in the funny Bone
Well time to move my Bones.

Bone Jour!