The old bones creaked

They popped and locked

From deep in the ground

Knobby knees knocked

Beneath the dirt

In their gravel graves

To walk once more

Is what the old bones craved

To dance together

On ivory feet

With a clickety-clack

They crossed the street

Aglow from moonlight

On this hallowed eve

They haunted the living

Until they all believed

Old bones aren’t dead

They’re just asleep