Childrens story – saga of mr bone (written by my Gran

This is the tale of Mr Bone
Who lived in a house made of stone
He had no tele and he no phone
And so, Mr Bone lived alone

The children called him scratchy old bone
As they passed by his house of stone
But he would smile and wave would Mr Bone
Who had no tele and had no phone

One day there was a knock on the door 
There stood the tiniest girl he’d ever saw
She was perfectly formed with tiny wings
And round her neck hung jangly things

Who are you? Enquired Mr Bone
As he opened the door of his house of stone
I’ve come to tell you you’re not alone 
Without a tele, and without a phone

‘there’s no one else here’ said Mr bone 
I have no tele and I have no phone
No one visits me in my house of stone
I really do live here all alone

‘My name is lily’ the fairy told
and I’m over 200 years old’
I live among flowers and drink the due
Down by the brook is where I grew

‘you may be ugly and live alone’
said Lily flying around his house of stone,
but deep inside your kind and good
we all watch, when you through the wood

you think no one is with you as you go for a walk
we all take a peep, and listen to you talk
and all the creatures that live on the farm
they know you would never do them any harm

so, all my friends, said ‘go and see Mr Bone’ 
tell him from now on he’ll not be alone
next time you walk you’ll know we are there
and you know we all care

now mister bone is no longer alone
as he spends his days in his house made of stone
even the children wave at old Bone
and Lily calls often at his house made of stone 

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