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.