In
Honour of Halloween
It comes toward you,
Shining bright.
The teeth from which all run in fright
It comes toward you,
Shouting still.
“I’ll get you, I’ll get you, I’ll eat you,
I will!”
It comes toward you,
Shining bright.
The teeth from which all run in fright
It comes toward you,
Shouting still.
“I’ll get you, I’ll get you, I’ll eat you,
I will!”