A History of Halloween
Evil Women
The Many Faces of Dracula
Halloween Nostalgia
Homes of the Dearly Departed
Not Quite Dead
Ghoulies, Ghosties, and Giggles




By "Jumping" Gene Simmons

I just moved in my new house today.
Moving was hard but I got squared away.
Bells started ringing and chains rattle loud.
I knew I'd moved in a haunted house.

Still I made up in my mind to stay.
Nothing was a going to drive me away.
When I seen something that give me the creeps.
It had one big eye and two big feets.

I stood like steel and I did the freeze.
He did the stroll right up to me.
Made a noise with his feet that sound like a drum.
"Say you'll be here when the morning come."

Say, yes I'll be here when the morning comes.
I'll be right here and I ain't gonna run.
I bought this house now you know I'm boss
Ain't no haint a gonna run me off.

In my kitchen my stove was a blazing hot
Coffee was a boiling in the pot.
The grese had melted in my pan.
I had a hunk of meat in my hand.

From out of space there sat a man
On the hot stove with the pots and pans.
"Say that's hot," I begin to shout
He drank the hot coffee right from the spout.

He ate the raw meat right from my hand.
Drank the hot grease from the frying pan.
He said to me, "Now you better run,
And don't be here when the morning comes."

Say, yes I'll be here when the morning comes.
I'll be right here and I ain't gonna run.
I bought this house now you know I'm boss
Ain't no haint a gonna run me off.


Sweet Treats

Old Winnie and buddy Eeoyre
Have Halloween goodies galore.
The red eyeballs taste sweet
Wrapped in raw spider meat.
They're sold at the Gore and More Store.

Keith, the Halloween Wreath

A big jack-o lantern named Keith
Was ashamed of his big old orange teeth.
He wrapped green round his head,
Had his teeth painted red.
And now silly Keith is a wreath.

Mollie, by Golly

There was an old witch named Molly
Who thought swooping kids was jolly.
Her broom broke. Kersplat!
And she lost her black hat.
Now Molly is riding the trolley

Bell Free Bats

Frankenstein went shopping to see
What the cost of black bats might be.
He wished them to dwell
In his Halloween Bell.
He now has bats in his bell free.

Booger Boo

A Halloween witch was frenetic.
She feared it was something genetic.
They tested her sugar
And found a big booger.
They ruled she is snot diabetic.

Reference:  Grandpa Tucker's Halloween


by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.

LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,

An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;

An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,

An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!

An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you

Giggles - Page Two


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