My skeleton is made
Of lots of bones,
All held together
In their body home.
I counted exactly
Two hundred and six,
And every bone
Was a perfect fit.
If I didn't have
A skeleton
I would be,
All flippy and floppy,
Like spaghetti.
I'd wobble around,
And get tied in knots,
And I couldn't
Wash my face,
And I'd be
A grot!!
