Night of the undead living zombies

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE ALL-SAINTS-DAY
AND I STOOD ON A MOUSE
SO I SCRAPED IT OFF MY FOOT WITH A TRAY
AND THREW IT OUT OF THE HOUSE

BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW
THAT MOUSE WAS A SPIRIT
AND THAT MEANT: NO
I DIDN'T KILL IT

THE SPIRIT WAS ANGERED
AND DIVED IN A GRAVE
THEN IT SETTLED
IN THE CARCASS IT CRAVED

AND UP FROM THE GRAVESTONE
THE MONSTER ROSE
IT EXPOSED ITS BONE
ITS FIRST VICTIM IT CHOSE:

A HAPPY OLD MAN
IN A WARM LARGE HOUSE
IT ATE HIS BRAINS
AND THAT OF HIS SPOUSE

THEY WALKED ROUND THE TOWN
INFECTING OTHERS
THEY SEARCHED UP AND DOWN
FOR MOTHERS, FATHERS, SISTERS AND BROTHERS

FINALLY THEY DECIDED TO DRAW
THEMSELVES TO MY HOME
THEY BROKE DOWN THE DOOR
AND GNAWED AT MY DOME

I SLIPPED
I SQUIRMED
BUT THEIR GRIP
WAS FIRM

SO THEN THEY BIT
THROUGH MY THICK SKULL
THEN THEY OPENED IT
WITH ONE MIGHTY PULL

I KNEW I WAS GOING TO DIE
I WAS FLOODED WITH DOUBT
THEY ATE MY BRAINS LIKE PIE
THEN A SKELETON POPPED OUT!

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