My Pet Skeleton Remix

In my possession I have the skeleton of a fairy,
I’d say it’s quite small, and a little bit scary.
Every so often it twitches I think,
Whining and moaning and crying for drink.

That bone can be loud with all of its needs,
Singing me songs of my long past misdeeds.
I try not listen but it’s whinging so loud,
I even can hear it wrapped up in its shroud.

Today I did try to wring its damn neck,
And lay it down low amongst refuse and dreck.
In that moment I saw on it’s head with a frown,
A tarnished and crapulent small gold crown.

Then from one of it’s sockets there appeared a small tear,
for even fey skeletons do have something to fear.
Being discarded o’way in big piles o’ junk,
Or locked down forever in a big o’range trunk.

Those bones and I, we are something akin,
Drinking down pints in my well-soiled-skin.
Dead and gone is no worry, getting old is a jest,
But you gone forever a huge weight on my chest.

I think like those bones I could use a good cry,
Wailing and tearing with you in mind’s eye.
Instead I’ll just settle for this small crummy crown,
And go trade it for scratch at a pawnshop downtown.

How about that skeleton, you like a cold head?
Even wrapped in your shroud for a bed.
But really there’s only one thing I want to be true:
Let dem bones be the ones to be thinking of you.