We are a bunch of skulls who be
Packed together in a lit pile.
A marketing skullduggery
To greet visitors with a smile.
Beneath the streets of Paris town,
In tunneled catacombs we rest.
As paying customers come down,
We try to look bone chilling best.
The rest of our bones are packed
Within the walls all around us.
This gives us all more room to act
As team players which is a plus.
Here come a bunch of tourists, yup,
So each and ev'ry skull - heads up!
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