She's a Mummy From Saskatoon
Hung on a brick wall the mummy looks spooky
its Halloween time and her timing is fluky
she prowls down the lane committing mutiny
hostile as a devil she breathes foul frumenty
Dried up like an old prune she flies like a goon
hovering over the kids that live in Saskatoon
with a menacing laugh she fills them with doom
as they run to hide they leave plenty of room
But oh how she knows where the children go
with their looby loo ways spilling candy intoe
she's been well preserved and is full of woe
angry as a witch who just stubbed her toe
Better close that door and lock it twice
she's mad as a hornet and not very nice
sucking on brains is her only device
this mummy from Sask, never knocks thrice.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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