All Hallows has come, my friends, expect something strange...
A Full Moon, tonight of all nights?
All Hallows, oh fright of frights?
What of the children, the demons,
Will they be safe? Tonight of all nights?
What have we here? A ghost, a Transylvanian bat?
No, all we have is a ratty old cat.
What did it do. I wonder, to look
So ratty- a cat torn asunder!
No, not a cat, clearly, as it rose,
Into the air, reciting frightful prose,
"Death to you all! I must find me a rat!
Blood, Blast, and Fire, or all like that."
No, I cried. Not now, not here,
Ad I got bored. I kept spelling of, "fo". Ha, ha, looks like Foo.