There’s a house just down the street
where no one dares to trick or treat.
The town dentist, Count Dracula,
lives there with his dreaded jaw.
His werewolf’s always standing guard
to keep small kids off of the yard.
And if you’re not feeling afraid:
Frankenstein serves as his maid.
But monsters don’t scare me at all!
For Twix I’d brave a Zombie mall.
I find going there’s a waste:
because they only give toothpaste.
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