Hail To the Chief!
upon the eve o' hallow night
when demons cackle, what a fright!
where black cats eyes appear aglow
in headlights cast, I surely know
that my survival must depend
on garlic necklace, tied end to end
but if these measures aren't enough
to vanquish ghosts and scary stuff
then once again, old tried and true
my Nixon Mask, will surely do!
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