Witch's breath and vampire teeth,
And a haunting fog, a goblin wreath
Will be all the rage
When crimson, a red, spill on the land
And amber is spread
out like a rainbow painted beneath
The witch's breath and vampire teeth.

The monster has lost his eyeballs once more
So he sent for some new at the catalog store.
His spirits were down; his hopes were all mashed
But new ones worked out though really they clashed
With the ghastly green of his ugly-sight skin;
Putrid pink globes looked swell when set in.

Remember the storm with high gusts of wind?
A large group of skeletons were all caught within
The gusting gales and drenching rain.
They've all been found and assembled again.
The bones were all scattered-it was a sight!
By day they're a mess, but they're okay at night.
The foot bone is where the skull should be
And the nose bone is now a stable right knee.
Some of their jaws are sealed and closed,
On top of their heads are fingers and toes.
It's spooky, you know, but they're sure to be seen
In a lot of newspapers this Halloween.