It’s Halloween Day and the coffins all creaked…
The dead were rising, but could not yet speak…
Chains could be heard, dragging the floor…
It’s Mummy, it’s Mummy! someone screamed through the door…

A quiet fall day, but into the night…
The Vampires were sharpening their fangs for a bite!
The tombstones wobbled when up from the ground…
Rose those who had passed, emitting a mournful sound…

A coyote howled at the full harvest moon…
As I heard someone picking, a banjo tune!
Some old dead picker, who’s spirit had rose…
Pickin’ on his banjo, a tune so morose…

Out in the graveyard, arose such a clatter…
It’s a group of old skulls whose green teeth still chatter…
A black cat arching, in front of the moon…
Wolfman, surely, will be here soon!

Frankenstein lurching his way down the lane…
To hear banjo picking that will drive him insane…
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