| Johnny and Tony, my uncles, were crazy |
| And often delighted in causing me pain. |
| So once, in October, when autumn was hazy |
| And dark clouds were looming and threatening
rain, |
| I took me some cover inside a small cabin |
| Out back of my grandparents' home on the
farm |
| And started to read about Halloween madmen |
| In library stories, which caused me alarm. |
| |
| I read of the Ripper, and Charley the
Zipper |
| And Alice the Ogre who made them look
tame. |
| The Wolfman was charming, but often alarming, |
| And Bela Lugosi of Dracula fame |
| Would leap from the pages in blood seeking
rages |
| While Frankenstein stumbled on legs that
looked lame. |
| But I, lost in terror, made one fatal
error |
| Forgetting how Johnny and Tony played
games. |
| |
| So there I was reading of zombies retreating |
| From garlic and crosses and things of
that kind, |
| When Tony did slowly slip under my window |
| And hidden from me, the door latch he did
find, |
| While Johnny was hoisting himself up a
ladder |
| To give him a boost to the cabin rooftop. |
| Then I in my reverie suddenly noticed |
| A face at the window that made my heart
stop! |
| |
| "It's only you, Tony," I said
feeling lonely |
| And then asked him why he had scared me
so much. |
| "I came here to tell you there's
something you must do |
| For this is the eve of great monsters
and such. |
| So this you must know now, one Halloween
evening, |
| Just four or five autumns gone by, |
| In this very cabin, a young by was reading |
| When gruesomely, fatally dead did he die. |
| |
| But this is not all the bad news of this
story |
| For not only dead did he die here that
day, |
| But also his body was stuffed in the attic, |
| And here in this attic his body did stay. |
| And generally harmless, for as you have
noticed |
| There's no one of us who would fear to
come in, |
| Except, I should mention, on Halloween
evening, |
| When he in the attic does look for a twin |
| |
| Or someone to share in his lonely, cold
attic, |
| Alone in that attic these four or five
years." |
| Then I, in that moment, heard scratches
above me |
| And started to worry my greatest of fears. |
| From where I was standing, the door was
just inches, |
| But it seemed to take me an hour or so |
| To reach for the door knob and find it
was bolted. |
| So straight through the window I proceeded
to go! |
| |
| All running in terror and screaming for
Mother, |
| And wondering, maybe, it all could be
true? |
| For Johnny and Tony, my uncles, were crazy, |
| And who is to say what bad deeds they
might do? |
