There was an old lady
That lived in a hat.

She had a snake, a lizard,
And an eerie black cat.

She had bats in her attic,
Cobwebs in her bed.

She had rats in her cupboard.
They were crawling but dead.

She had ghosts in her closets,
That laid out of sight.

They hid there all day.
Then came out at night.

She had a old sooty teapot
and a black skillet pan.

She was ugly and fat,
So she didn't have a man.

She chased Frankenstein
But he let her pine.

She proposed to Jason
And Norman Bates.

But they both kicked her out
And locked their gates.

In spite of the junk
In Broom Hilda's trunk.

I'd give her a shot,
But, "alas," I'm a monk.