Bad to the Bone

 

 

At the first sight of a bone,
their tails start a cyclone,
Indy sounds off as a trumbone,
Blue slides on the floor like Fred Flinstone,
they jump as hard as Stallone,
they scare of even my cologne,
and I fall down robbed as if by Al Capone
with a vision of my tombstone:
"You entered Blue and Indies Bone Drop Zone"