What a Darkroom Will Do
In my dark and creepy closet
There's a very large deposit
Of monsters and ghosts
And they think I'm their host
Tonight is halloween
And I hear a chilling scream
From the children next door
Which I choose to ignore
The hour's getting near
Cause they whisper in my ear
That someone must die
But they can't tell me why
Then my Mom, opens the door
Sees me sitting on the floor
"You should go out Trick-or Treat
And bring some candy back to eat"
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