There's a grinning skeleton hanging at the flower shop It winks at me when I walk by And whispers to me, 'you will die' The skeleton is made of wax And shredded cloth, and tape, and tacks It's hanging by a piece of twine It winks and tells me, 'you are mine' My mommy says it's in my mind The skeleton is just a joke No matter how I plead and cry I cant convince her that it spoke There's a scratching on the closet door It opens slowly with a creak As I lie, quaking, in my bed The skeleton says, 'you are dead