hypnotizing dracula
hypnotizing Dracula was a cinch said my aunt Maude
It was a matter of getting him to leave his crypt in Claude
He came racing down the hill and I let the pendulum swing
He took one look and dropped like a light bulb on a string
I did not believe her, my aunt has a tendency to lie
Whenever she speaks it is probably not the truth said Cy.
I was shocked that he would say this about his own mother.
But nodding next to him in agreement was his big brother.
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