The moon is on the graveyard, <br />The night is cool and still, <br />The wind blows gently, <br />Yes it blows where it will, <br />And the slightest sound, <br />From a place that's unknown, <br />Come do the skeleton dance, <br />And rattle my bones. <br /> <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />Jingle jangle bones, <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />All the way back home, <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />When you're all alone, <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />When you're done with your bones. <br /> <br />See the eyes of a werewolf, <br />Staring back at you, <br />A dozen or two skeletons, <br />Make up the rest of the crew, <br />The zombies stumble around, <br />Looking for their brains, <br />Ghost float like a mist, <br />And its about to rain. <br /> <br /> <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />Jingle jangle bones, <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />All the way back home, <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />When you're all alone, <br />Do the skeleton dance <br />When you're done with your bones. <br /> <br />The devil takes off his skin, <br />And plays the xylophone, <br />God plays the piano, <br />On a stool made of bone, <br />Jesus lights a lantern, <br />Buddha counts to three, <br />They all form a circle, <br />To do the skeleton dance with me.<br /><br />Blaine McCanless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-skeleton-dance/
