Billy Butcherson

Once upon a Halloween night, Billy Butcherson came to life, A zombie with a tongue of tar, Brought back by three witches, so bizarre. Hocus Pocus, the witches chanted, In the night, their schemes were implemented, But Billy, once a lover scorned, Now sought redemption, reborn. Through the streets of Salem he roamed, Among the living, his heart still roamed, For Sarah, the witch who'd put a curse, On his life, cutting it short in verse. The townsfolk screamed, they ran away, But brave Billy had something to say, He'd found his voice, his heart was pure, He'd fight the witches, it was sure. With courage in his heart, he went to war, Against the witches, three times three, He battled through the darkest night, And saved the day and set things right. Billy Butcherson, the hero true, Proved that love can conquer all anew, With a heart so brave, a soul so strong, He found his way to belong. And so, each Halloween night, We honor Billy, and his might, For he reminds us, through fear and fright, To be brave and hold on to what's right.