We were much too old to trick-or-treat,
But still wanted to have some fun;
So as the neighborhood high school kids
We just terrorized everyone.
We walked around and bothered kids;
Making them give us some of their candy,
And smashed many a jack-o-lantern
Against any surface that was handy.
We thought that we were, oh, so cool,
Acting mightily and tough;
But the fun provided by our small neighborhood,
Just was not enough.
So we ventured outside of our plat;
Walking down the country road;
Going to the old farmer’s house,
Looking for trouble’s mother lode.
Lights were off inside the house,
Just the light on the pole by the barn;
But at least a dozen pumpkins carved
With candle lights still flickering on.
We approached the porch attentively,
With smashing on our minds;
When all of a sudden trouble met us,
But of a different kind.
Out of the barn staggered the old man
With a cleaver stuck in his head;
Being followed by half a dozen zombies
Like the night of the living dead!
Blood was spurting everywhere
As he yelled, “Run, save your lives!”
When we turned to run, out of the ground
Rose another zombie with devil eyes.
We dropped the candy we had stolen,
And all of us wet our pants;
As we ran in circles, jumping about
In a terrorized, frightened dance.
As we ran down the road back to our homes
With tears running down our eyes,
We heard the farmers hooting and laughing;
Shouting – “Happy Halloween Surprise”!