Mabel Jones' Bones

Miss Mabel Jones
Has lovely bones.
They stand so tall and straight.
But when she sleeps
They lie in heaps
And snore like a rusty gate.

Miss Mabel Jones
Has priceless bones,
There's no use to deny it.
If she put on sale
A fingernail,
Someone would surely buy it.

Fancy bones
Has Mabel Jones.
She treats 'em kind and gentle.
You hear it said,
"If she were dead,
They'd still be ornamental."

Such marvelous bones
Has Mabel Jones,
One cannot help admiring.
She rubs 'em down
With eider down
Each night before retiring.

Miss Mabel Jones
Has funny bones.
They are so droll and witty.
But though they're clever,
She hardly ever
Takes them to the city.

O! Lovely bones
Has Mabel Jones.
They are so white and shiny.
Her leg bones round,
Reach from the ground
Right up to her hiney.