Your Tricks Are Their Treats.

Halloween is coming; there’ll be candy in the rooms And the witches ride reconnaissance; up there on those brooms. Underneath the overpass; the trolls plan out attacks; It’s like fishing in a barrel; when the munchkins run in packs. The ghouls are in the graveyard; trying to raise the dead; They really haven’t had no luck; except the man who has no head. There’s the Munsters having dinner; with the Adams family; Laughing about Halloween; and the fun there’s going to be. Boris, he’s out there walking; doing the midnight stroll And Vincent’s at the horror house; someone’s mind he’ll blow, Everything looks scary; like there’s no place left to hide And there’s a nasty rancid order; like someone might have died There’s a body on the corner; oozing out its life; And Mack is in the alleyway; trying to clean his knife. The wolf is in a motel room; laying next to Red; With his fingers wrapped around her hair; pulling on her head. The ambulance took grandma; she had a heart attack; The strangler came and left his card; and told her he’d be back. The self proclaimed professor; didn’t notice by the log; Those dwellers of the eatery; that cooked him like a hog. So much for acting smarter; when all that's left is bones; They ate him right there on the spot; some they ate at home. Boy is Halloween a mother; with its candy and its tricks; Be careful sister brothers; that’s how the bad guys get their licks.