Algernon Cadwallader Foggy Mountain
Who's that skinny boy with his chin on his collar trying not to exist?
He has no friends to dance with
Inside the kids all shuffle wearing skin
Outside, waiting, a lonely skeleton
For his mom to pick him up and take him home and end the looks
Until he's safe in bed
To worry about his bones
Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in
But at least I'll never be stuck inside my skin
They're not like me
I'm not like them
But surely
There must be
A place where skeletons
Can dance with other skeletons
