I met a man called Bones,
His bones cracked as he wandered the streets, looking for souls,
He told me his story, about how he wanders the lands,
Later on, he collapsed into a pile of ashes and blew into the horizon.
I met a woman called the Gangadiddle,
Her face was as shrivelled as a raisin,
Her arms were like twisted branches,
She let out a scream as she realised she was locked out of her house.
I met a boy called Mr. Doob,
His legs were as stubby as tree stumps,
His hair was as long as spaghetti,
He told me the secrets of creativity and fun.