Dead frogs and spiders legs,
Spinach soft slimy leafs,
Grain of turnip seed,
Fingers of long dead thief’s,
This the entrée, so to speak,
With minced pie of poison snake,
Sweet laced cookies, of rhus
Just for us he’d bake,
Your host and his attendants,
Ma barker Ed, others too, long dead,
His witch sister Eileen,
I think there is a Ted,
Entertainers, with whips and teeth,
From count Sad’s own cellars,
Victoria, and vixens other,
Will entertain you fellas,
Vampires, pussies and the like,
On ceilings and in your bed,
Such variety of debauchery and sin,
Will keep awake the dead,
Now who would have thunk
My compliments dear Sir and Lord,
That you, my dear old skunk,
Be such horrific sport,
I’ll come, and pass my devil seed,
With mighty roar and thunder,
This horny goat and steed,
You’d hear me from down under,
But waste my time on silly games,
When I pass through these castle gates,
Sure forever you’d regret,
I’d drag you back to Hades,
My friends and I appreciate,
Your invitation scribed in blood,
You best be ready on that date,
God help you, if you’re not.
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