Tonight’s the night
You’ll die of fright.
For all the ghouls
Come out tonight.
They’ll get you if
You don’t take care.
They’ll boil your brains—
Your derriere!
“Come one, come all!
A feast,” they’ll say
“We’re having one
To end the day.
And cocktail toes and eyeball stew
Are choices on the ghoul menu.”
You try a nibble of some bread,
“Replete with mold!” the main ghoul said.
“And have some tea to soak your bones!
It’s made from mint and acetone!”
“I think we better go,” you say.
“It’s dark outside. It’s getting late.
My wife is scared
And I am too
I do not know
What else to do!”

“Sorry, we can’t stay for more,”
You’ll say as you approach the door.
Quickly, though, the way is blocked.
“You cannot leave!” Your wife is shocked
“We are not finished with our feast.
Try the mouse tail soup, at least.”