Our heads are gardens that grow hair
Some hair is dark and some is fair
Some is yellow, some is brown
Some stands up and some hangs down

Your eyes are good friends, I suppose
But are divided by your nose
Then comes your lips and underneath
Chewing and smiling are your teeth

Then comes your neck, round like a ring
The throat in front for swallowing
The neck is long, but even more so
Is the part we call the torso

Arms come from your shoulders then
Each has an elbow, wrist and hand
Out of the hand, the fingers come
First, second, third, fourth and the thumb
Next to the last are legs and these
Bend in the middle at the knees
Last of all, we find the feet
With shoes to keep them off the street

Those feet are running away
I guess I've sung enough toda