I'M GLAD I'M NOT AN EXO

[One of Doctor M. V. O'Shea's Stories Jingled.]

The framework of the body is

The bones, so teachers say;

And if we didn't have 'em

Our shape it wouldn't stay.

Besides sans bones my liver

And brains and even heart

Would get some awful hurtin's

And maybe come apart.

If my poor bones were badly burned

All brittle I would be,

Since flames will kill the animal

That was born in me;

If I were soaked in acid

No tender sapling tree

Would be one-half so limber

As just poor little me.

But, thinking it all over,

If I should choose my fate

I'd rather soak in acid

Than burn in a hot grate.

Some of my bones, the wise men say,

Are very far apart,

While others cling together

Like jelly in a tart.

That is because the bones have joints,

And joints are good to have,

They help me be a pitcher

And save me lots of salve.

When all my bones are gathered

And put in their right place

They make a so-called skeleton,

A grinnin' in his face.

But if you leave out one small bone

Or put one in not right,

It won't be any skeleton,

But a big bony fright.

The Exo critters' skeletons

Are placed on the outside,

I'm glad I'm not an EXO,

For if my Jane espied

Me lookin' like the skeleton

That's shown on teacher's chart,

I know she'd turn her nose right up

And say that we must part.