There are zombies in my head
Cranium crammed with the undead
Help me sing my weird refrain
I have zombies on the brain!
There are ghouls beneath my bed
Another form of the undead
I hope none of my body shows
So he won’t nibble off my toes.
I also have to stay on guard
From the werewolf in the yard
So I dare not go out there
As he likes his food quite rare!
Ghosts don’t bother me at all
When there’s a vampire in the hall
So I dare not moan or cry
Or he’ll come and drain me dry.
[previously sent by text message to annoy my fiance...]
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