For two or four nights I walked alone
And in my walking I carried my mother’s bones.
She had passed away centuries ago,
But in our day and age
These were some lovely bones
I walked across mountains
But never seas
I trampled over vegetation
But never good mead
And where there was good rest, I asked for it
And the people they always, complimented my good bones.
Yes! I proclaimed, these were the finest bones a man has ever seen
Porcelain in quality, just a lovely sight for
But two nights past and I felt that I had come a long way
I dropped my mother’s bones and left for some other day.