Down in the graveyard on Halloween night,
the zombies and goblins started a fight.
The ghosts and the ghouls joined in the squabble.
You should have seen all those tombstones wobble.
The gatekeeper asked “What is the trouble?
You guys will turn this place into rubble.
You Spooks ought to know, tonight is your night.
It’s time to party before it gets light.”
The zombie declared it wasn’t his fault;
a goblin had tried to break in his vault.
He said he’d agree to share space and dance,
as long as the goblin called in advance.
The Specters agreed the timing was wrong.
Tonight, they’d revel with spirits and song.
Recalling the dance named The Monster Mash,
they kicked up their heels and had a wild bash.
When the night ended, they went back to sleep.
By morning, there wasn’t one single creep.
This festival had been one of their best.
The graves were silent, and all were at rest.
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