Boo

You will start again tomorrow,
cause it seems the thing to do
Cooking up your little potions,
in your cauldron like a stew

Adding hair of yak, and possum tail,
a few flakes of eye of newt
Stirring all of it together,
then dropping in an old left boot

Tomorrow it will be ready,
and you’ll drink it right at dusk
If you’ve got it right this time,
you won’t grow a second tusk

Then you will slip into the darkness,
and you’ll do your dirty deeds
Hiding from the moonlight,
while you’re crawling through the weeds

As you limp past the cemetery,
and then right into the woods
You’ll meet Cousin Frank and Wolfy,
asking if they; brought the goods

The three of you will terrify,
sending little girls a screaming
The idea of a headless clown,
you came up with one night dreaming

Wolfy has a costume too,
he’s a full sized standard poodle
Blood and fangs like Dracula,
entire kit and caboodle

And me I’m dressed up dapperly,
wearing my favorite Sunday suit
Trying to sell you anything,
for I look like the "Geico newt"

First we’ll show up at the school,
to rendezvous with death
Hoping he could come alone,
without his little sister Beth

With the four of us so scary,
a ballerina we do not need
I brought some red paint anyway,
in case we have to make her bleed

It’s so much fun on hallowed eve,
and tonight’s sure to be a dandy
My favorite part’s my pillowcase,
that I’ll fill full of candy