THE COSTUMED ARMY

 

It’s here again

That day we all dread

When once more

We fear the rise of the dead

 

But fear not

Our salvation is at hand

We shall be saved

By an unlikely Band

 

So be assured

When the time is near

Ghosts and ghouls

Will all quake in fear

 

When night falls

All the undead will cower

Trembling in awe

Come the witching hour

 

As armed with sacks

Our great costumed army

Will roam the streets

To drive the evil spirits barmy

 

So, to protect yourselves

Keep a proper payment handy

When the costumed army

Come knocking for some candy