The Tale of Ol' Mister Bones

my bones ache this, I cannot take I need lots of warm milk to keep my bones pure as silk they call me mister bones I've given out many a loans it's hard being a skeleton man no skin, I'll never wear a tan I break my bones daily my ligaments are so fraily there's nothing here for me anymore I miss my skin, That's what I wish for all I have left, is my loanshark money I'm all bones, but none of em are funny this is my tale, so please beware don't bet your skin against a grizzly bear mister bones, they call me mister bones giving out money, giving out loans I bought a sweet cowboy hat today protects my bones from the sun's ray I miss my wife, my kids, my old family life without them all, I sit alone in spite mister bones is me I'm fragile as a flea ligaments, joints, they're all here but my will to live is ending near how does a skeleton truly die? I think of this at night, amidst my cry so the moral of this story if you can even find one, is to never ever gamble or your skin is as good as done.