Where's My Skull Honorable Mr. Wirt? Poem by Angelica Duardo

Honorable Mr. Wirt,
I’ve got a question for you Sir
May you help me find this,
This very important part of me?

Honorable Mr. Wirt
Someone seems to have mistaken me
They took this head of mine, you see
I need it back to rest in peace

I woke one morning up
And I was 6 feet underground
I counted every bone I had,
And I was missing several ones

I saw my ribs, my knees and toes
I found my vertebras in place
I counted every bone I saw
But still my skull was out of place

I heard this happened to you before
You lost your skull, didn’t you Mr. Wirt?
So I am here to question you
Where’s my skull honorable Mr. Wirt?

Where’s my skull honorable Mr. Wirt?
I need it back to rest in peace
I counted every bone I had
And I’m still missing several ones