Me

Counting both feet, I have ten toes
They're not lady toes, they're men toes
And I keep them as mementoes
For I love them tenderly

All my hands are full of fingers
Very good as doorbell ringers
And the thought of fingers lingers
In my haunted memory

In the middle is my carcass
And I always dress my carcass
In the best from Neiman-Marcus
That's a big store in Big D

There are other things about me
Which I'll show you if you doubt me
Things that would not work without me
Like my elbow and my knee

On my face, two eyebrows
They're not your brows, they're my brows
Behind those eyebrows
That's where you'll find me