My father was a Halloweener...
He would gather bones,
Going door to door,
Laughing while he does it,
For the skeleton that glows.
The Pumpkin King used the same magic,
To summon Scareglow as his ghouls.
Scareglow says I should smile more,
Like the skeletons he summons...
I tell him...
they have no lips on their face.
He says, you want to see a magic trick?
Poof, the're lips are gone.
I tell him I don't care about the scars,
so long as the bag of bones are always smiling.
Team Orange...
Now I see the Orangey side,
In the afterlife,
when we pick your bones,
Your corpse is always smiling...
Happy Halloween!
He would gather bones,
Going door to door,
Laughing while he does it,
For the skeleton that glows.
The Pumpkin King used the same magic,
To summon Scareglow as his ghouls.
Scareglow says I should smile more,
Like the skeletons he summons...
I tell him...
they have no lips on their face.
He says, you want to see a magic trick?
Poof, the're lips are gone.
I tell him I don't care about the scars,
so long as the bag of bones are always smiling.
Team Orange...
Now I see the Orangey side,
In the afterlife,
when we pick your bones,
Your corpse is always smiling...
Happy Halloween!