No Bones About It
A Halloween Tale....
On the outskirts of a northern state, There is a special town. Boo-Ville's not like any place You've ever been around.
The people are, though quite nice, Unlike you've ever seen- They are the types you would meet Only on Halloween!
There is a family we will meet Whose last name is Jones. They are kind, fun and loving- And oh! Made out of bones!
Their son, whose name is Mikey, Is a boy about your age. He is very much like you But you see his rib cage!
One Sunday morning, Mikey awoke And he began to yawn. But what was this? His arm was missing! Where could it have gone?
He knew he had it yesterday, That's how he ate his dinner- But did he have it before bed? That memory was dimmer.
"I have to go retrace my steps And think of where I lost it. If my mother finds this out, I know she'll have a fit!"
Last night he went to his friend's house After finishing his meal. He decided to start there first. Maybe his friend would know the deal?
He snuck out the door and down the block, Looking along the way. Maybe he dropped it on the ground As he went out to play?
Mikey hadn't found it when He reached his classmate's home. When his friend's mummy let him in, He searched but he found none.
Next stop was the Ice Scream Shop Where the boys went for dessert. He went up to the server, A friendly werewolf they called Bert.
Mikey asked, "Did you find an arm After serving us our cones?" "Sorry Mikey, I think not- I have not seen any bones."
The boys had gone to see a show After eating up their treats. Mikey traveled to the theater And searched all around the seats.
He came up empty handed. But, please excuse the pun- Mikey had searched all the places Where the boys had gone.
Mikey dragged the whole way home, Sad to tell mom and dad That he had been so careless As to misplace his left hand.
He decided to come clean And ask mom and dad for help, But was stopped from going in the house By an excited yelp.
It was Mikey's little dog, A pooch he had named Dale. The friendly doggy barked and jumped And wagged his bony tail.
"Not now, boy, I have to tell Mom and dad my arm is lost. Maybe when I find my arm We can give your ball a toss."
But the dog would not give up, Nipping at his heels. He wanted Mikey to follow him, Whining between squeals.
Happy to have a reason to Put off meeting with his father, Mikey thought he'd play with Dale For just a little longer.
He followed Dale to the backyard, But Dale ran past his toys. Instead he dug at an old spruce, Making lots of noise.
When Dale had dug for quite some time, Mikey became alarmed. When all of a sudden, from the dirt, Dale pulled out his arm!
The dog had taken it while he slept And buried it in the ground. Mikey was shocked, but relieved His bones had now been found!
He scolded Dale, but to stay mad At his little friend was hard. But from then on his mischievous dog Had to sleep out in the yard.