Screams and moans and bats and bones
teenage monsters in haunted homes
the ghosts on the stair
the vampires bite
better beware, there's a full moon tonight
cannibal spiders creep and crawl
boys and ghouls having a ball
frankenstein, dracula and even the mummy
are sure to end up in someone's tummy*
take a fresh rodent, some toadstools and weeds
and an old owl and the young one she breeds
mix in seven legs of an eight-legged beast
then you are all set for a cannibal feast.
sit around the fire with the cup of brew
a fiend and a werewolf on each side of you
this cannibal orgy is strange to behold
and the maddest story ever told.
*original: are sure to end up in somebody's tummy