I went out to the old haunted shack,
Didn't know if I'd ever come back,
Sure enough, the ghost grabbed my head,
Yanked it off, made me dead,
Then, I was tossed on a dead body stack.
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| The Father of All Pumpkins |
My teacher, the incredible, Mr. Bells,
Teaches hypnosis, conjuring and spells,
He turned me into a pheasant,
That was not very pleasant,
I laid chocolate eggs, filled with red jells.