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