Dem Bones, or, The Med Student's Nightmare

The leg bone's connected to the hip bone,
Or so my Daddy always said.
But now and then, alone at night,
A bone parade
Bare names displayed,
Goes marching through my sleepy head.

The leg bone is a femur,
A tibia
A fibula
But ischiums and iliums
They still give me the willy-ums
So now I know the proper names,
My drowsy mind plays skelly games.

Dancing figures in the void'll
Whisper ulna and cuboidal
Mandible and tarsal,
Occipital and carpal!
Steps sphenoidal
Ribs rhomboidal
Incus stapes coccyx talus
Cha-cha line from here to Dallas!

LEAPING lacrimal and triquetrum
(Making sure I don't forget 'em)
GRAND JETES of zygomatics
JUMPING hordes of bone fanatics
STOMPING mosh pits through lymphatics
POUNDING BOUNDING to a LIMBO
And a ghastly grim marimbo
XYPHOID ETHMOID
CLICK AND CLACK
CLANGING cymbals at my back!

In my dreams I hear their screams!
VAULTS VERTEBRAL!
SWIRLS CEREBRAL!
HAMATE LUNATE MAXILLA!
INFERIOR NASAL PORT-DE-BRAS!

Throughout the hours of the dark
Balletic bone-boys hit their mark
And keep me dizzy, all en pointe,
My limbs still bending at the joint
Until at last without a warning
Alarm goes off,
And it is morning.

Its great I love it !!!