T'Was The Night Before Halloween

T'was the night before Halloween,
And all through the castle
It was stiff as a tomb, not a sound of a hassle.

The pumpkins were lit
with a spooky black light,
and flourescent skulls grinned in the night.

A skeleton was decked out
to brighten the scene;
it blinked on and off like a pinball machine.

Count Dracula and Wolfman
were tucked in real tight,
catching a nap before going out for a bite.

Then all of a sudden,
a shriek shook the place
each hair arose of the Wolfman's face.

The Count flipped out
of his box lined with crepe,
dropped his fang dentures and tripped on his cape.

When they got to the tower,
they were shaking with fright
the scene was unreal, a bone-freezing sight.

And what should they dig
as they peered through the gloom,
but eight tiny weirdos pulling this freaky jet broom.

With a weird pumpkin driver
a hipster at that,
wearing Hollywood shades and a floppy dude hat.

The pumpkin zoomed down
from the sky like a bolt,
just missing the drawbridge and the shark-filled moat.

He yelled like a banshee,
called each name with a shout,
"On Igor, on Marvin, let's get the lead out!"

Then on to the tower
they sped with a scream,
while the Count and the Wolfman both turned a pale green.

They made such a racket
as they boogied and jived,
all the cats in the castle thought the vice squad arrived.

But before the Wolfman could growl,
"Cool it, you all,"
The dude slid down the chimney and bounced like a ball.

His jeans were bright orange,
with patches of yellow,
there was no doubt about it, this dude was real mellow.

He knew what was happenin',
and where it was at,
it was easy to dig this super-type cat.

He said, "Here's the groove
my message is straight,
Nothing too heavy or philosophically great."

"My trip is good feelings,
turning folks onto fun.
Let's get it together, let's all get it on."

The monster told stories,
and sipped a cold brew
the dude and the spooks, the whole ghastly crew.

Then the pumpkin said, "Wow!
this rap has been great
but I've got other Halloween scenes to make."

He crossed his eyes and said,
"Broomstick, let's fly,"
then they roared up the chimney and into the sky.

As he zoomed through the mist,
he yelled loud and clear,
"Keep spookin', keep truckin' I'll see ya next year.
Happy Halloween to all
and to all a good fright!"