Zombie

Fingers made of bone
Reaching from there graves
Maggot covered skin
Falling from there face
The grave yard is so quiet
You’d almost never guess
That the dead was slowly rising
From there eternal rest

Today’s the day they get to play
Instead of laying in there graves
They wake on this day every year
So they can escape there graves
And spread some fear

Halloween
Trick or treat
Zombies want something good to eat