I’ve got poems in my bones, poems in my bones.Shake ’em out, shake ’em out Poems in my bones.
Sweet potato, pumpkin, apple, and plum.Mama rolls butter crust, two minutes flat.Sweet potato, pumpkin, apple, and plum.Eat our favorite pies ’til we all get fat.
Poems in my bones, poems in my bones.Shake ’em out, shake ’em out Poems in my bones.
Cardamom, ginger, cinnamon, cloves.Mama’s in the kitchen with her measuring spoon.Cardamom, ginger, cinnamon, cloves.We’ll be eatin’ cookies when the clock strikes noon.
Poems in my bones,poems in my bones.Shake ’em out, shake ’em out Poems in my bones.
Biscuits in the oven, secret recipe.Mama sings a love song, baby on her knee.Biscuits in the oven, secret recipe.Baby wants a biscuit and so do we!
Bones in my poems, bones…
