You must go visit Dr. Skellington. Your zombied flesh is starting to decay; It's making an unpleasant smellington. You've left your foot inside your wellington! We shan't be going to the park to-day; You must go visit Dr. Skellington! His office is in deepest Hellington, Unremarked upon by naughty Dante, Who rang not the reception bellington. The dead see him for aches and swellingtons. With gnawed-off limbs instead of cash they pay; More use for flesh than gold has Skellington. And though he causes screams and yellingtons, You get a lollipop for being brave! Or possibly some caramellington!! When you have said your last farewellingtons, If you have ne'er to kindly Jesu prayed, YOU shall go visit Dr. Skellington... SO DO NOT MOCK HIS NAME'S MISSPELLINGTON.