To the tune of The Star-Spangled Banner
Oh, say can you see
By the dawn’s early light,
When so thirsty we rise
The moon’s light does fill the skies.
Who’se white necks do we bite
Through the perilous night,
O’er the coffin’s and tombs
We lay still then seal your doom.
And the blood’s red—red glare
The fangs flying in air,
Gave proof to your head
That you now are undead.
O’say does that doom-fangled,
Planner yet say…
O’er the night of Halloween,
All your blood, we shall, clean.
by The Unknown Comic