ONCE  UPON  A  TIME.....

 

IN A LAND FAR, FAR AWAY,

ON A DARK AND DREARY DAY,

THREE WITCHES CAST AN EVIL SPELL 

ON ALL OF THOSE WHO DARED TO DWELL

IN CREEPTOWN U.S.A.

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THE SPELL WAS SO STRONG

SO SINISTER AND WRONG,

THAT ALL WHO STAYED BECAME UNDEAD

ON HUMAN FLESH THEY ALL HAD FED.

 

 UNDEAD DEVOURED EVERY ONE,

WHILE RESEARCHERS WORKED ON A CURE.

THEY STRUGGLED TO THE VERY END

BUT THE ZOMBIE RAPTURE WOULD ENDURE.

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FROM GRAVES AROSE THE LONG-TIME BURRIED,

SKELETONS WALKED AS TOURISTS WERE CARRIED,

IN COFFINS RATTLING WHILE VOICES CRIED,

"DON'T BURY ME , I HAVE NOT DIED!"

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FROM THE SWAMP ROSE AN EVIL THING,

AS THE OLD SWAMP HAG BEGAN TO SING,

HER CHANTS OF EVIL, SNAKES AND FROGS

AND BUBBLING ROT IN THE BOGS. 

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THE THING SO FIERCE WITH A STENCH SO FOUL,

WAS ONCE A HUMAN MAN,

CHANGED TO SLIME BY THE UGLY HAG 

AND HER GRUESOME PLAN.

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BEWARE!

TOURISTS, BE THEY YOUNG OR OLD

WHO FOOLISHLY VENTURE NEAR, 

WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE UGLY HAG,

UNLESS THEY RUN IN FEAR.

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ALIENS  SAW THE DREADFUL TOWN 

AND CAME FROM FAR AWAY.

THE PLAN WAS TO FARM THE LAND

FOR A NEW PLACE TO STAY.

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THE CROPS THEY GROW ARE WILD AND STRANGE,

CRAVING HUMAN SKIN .

THE BLOOD THEY DRAW FROM TOURISTS THERE,

WILL HELP THE PLANTS BEGIN.

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THE DAY BEFORE THAT DISPICABLE SPELL,

THE CARNIVAL HAD COME TO TOWN.

THE SPELL CHANGED EVERY HAPPY SMILE

INTO A GROWL OR FROWN.

 

THE MERRY-GO-ROUND WAS

MONSTEROUS NOT MERRY,

EVERY BALLOON AND EVERY CLOWN

BECAME SO CREEPY AND SCARY.

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NOW,WHEN YOU HEAR THE HOWLING SOUNDS 

AND RUSTLING OF THE BRUSH,

ANY STILL LIVING TOURISTS THERE 

SHOULD GET OUT IN A RUSH.

 

HUMANS SHOULD NOT STAY TOO LATE

IN THE EVE OR AFTERNOON.

WEREWOLVES AND LYCANS HUNT THERE NOW,

BY THE LIGHT OF THE BRIGHT FULL MOON.

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CHILDREN NOW HAUNT THE CREEPTOWN SCHOOL,

HAVING THEIR CREEPY FUN,

NO ONES' MIND CAN SURVIVE THEIR GAMES,

NO, NOT EVEN ONE!

 

THE CREEPY DENTIST STILL OPENS HIS DOOR,

TO PULL OUT TEETH FOR ALL OF YOU, 

BUT, IF HE STRAPS YOU IN HIS CHAIR,

IT MIGHT BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO.

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AND IF YOU VENTURE A LITTLE TO NEAR

THE VAMPIRES CASTLE AT NIGHT,

THE COUNT AND COUNTESS WILL SURELY SMILE

AND GREET YOU WITH DELIGHT.
 

DO NOT STARE INTO THE THEIR PAIR 

OF CREEPY COLD DEAD EYES,

OR YOU WILL LOSE ALL SELF CONTROL

AND MEET YOUR SAD DEMISE.

 

THE ASYLUM IS NOW FULL OF THOSE FEARLESS FEW,

THE TOURISTS WHO TEMPTED FATE,

THEY SCOFFED, AND LAUGHED AS THEY DARED TO PASS

THROUGH THE CREEPTOWN GATE.

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WELCOME TO CREEPTOWN!!!!!

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