Screams

and

moans

and

bats

and

bones.

Teen-

age

mons-

ters

in

haunt-

ed

homes.

The

ghosts

on

the

stairs,

The

vam-

pi-

res

bite,

Bet-

ter

be-

ware,

there's

a

full

moon

to-

night.

Can-

ni-

bal

spi-

ders

creep

and

crawl.

Boys

and

ghouls

ha-

ving

a

ball.

Fran-

ken-

stein,

Dra-

cu-

la,

and

e-

ven

the

Mum-

my,

Are

sure

to

end

up

in

some-

one's

tum-

my.

Take

a

fresh

ro-

dent,

some

toads-

tools

and

weeds,

And

an

old

owl

and

the

young

one

she

breeds.

Mix

in

se-

ven

legs

of

en

eight

leg-

ged

beast,

Then

you

are

all

set

for

a

can-

ni-

bal

feast.

Sit

a-

round

the

fi-

re

with

the

cup

of

brew,

And

fiend

and

a

were-

wolf

on

each

side

of

you.

This

can-

ni-

bal

or-

gy

is

strange

to

be-

hold,

And

the

mad-

dest

sto-

ry

e-

ver

told.