That scarecrow outside watches me every night
I can see him in the field by the pale moonlight
Mother always tells me there’s nothing to fear
She tucks me in, kisses me and then hugs me dear
And when she leaves my room and heads on down the hall
I can see that scarecrows shadow on my bedroom wall
Then I look on out the window and what do I see?
Not the creepy scarecrow but scary clowns grinning at me
The Killing Moon waits till you're fast asleep in bed
Creeps in through your window and casts shadows of dread
Creeping and crawling with teeth sharp as knives
The shadows they move with the glowing night skies
As the clouds pass and the shadows they grow
The Killing Moon creeps and puts on quite a show
But the quiet of these hours as you lay to rest
Have left you asleep uninformed of your guest
The night winds down, you’re still tucked in tight
And into your room creeps a new type of light
Finally you wake to the crisp morning air
The Killing Moon has come and gone with you unaware
Frank lived alone his entire life
Forty-five and still no wife
Cats galore, he was a mess
Alone in the dark, he would obsess
About his favorite place to play
With all his cats so far away
Under the deck and in the sand
Gone for days in cat dreamland
He always wore big glasses and had shiny white hair
A bright off color smile and a very friendly glare
He hung out with the dead in the dawn, day, and night
And always knew how to treat a brutal zombie bite
He would buy us tons of presents every Halloween
Wrapped up in a pretty bow with tons of gangrene
We’d open up the gifts he brought and couldn’t believe our eyes
Rotting, smelly limbs beautifully covered in flies
The feet went to Johnny and the head went to Sue
I almost cried tears of joy when I opened our neighbor Stu
He was our favorite family member, our own sort of hero
Wouldn’t expect anything less from crazy Uncle Romero
Max the dog-faced boy had to be put down
He was known for chasing the mailman all around town
His mother couldn’t take it so she sent him to the pound
The skeleton parade rolls into town
They come every year from down in the ground
Clattering of bones fills the evening air
All through the graveyard celebration of scares
They wave to the children and march down the street
Playing Trom-BONES and moving their feet
They rattle around as they moan and groan
Then go back into the ground under each gravestone
At The Church of Frankenstein, people gather to pray
To celebrate the monsters birth on this very day
They read the Frankenbible and drink the Frankenwine
Then sing and dance around to have a great Frankentime
The priest reads the sermon while everybody stands
They all say Amen and proceed to clap their hands
And when service is finished at half past nine
The lights go out and people leave The Church of Frankenstein
This is the original cover of the book. I was going to do the title and other written words digitally but never bothered due to problems I had with my own illustrations.
