Fresh brains roasting on an
open fire,
Zombies chewing off your nose--
It all began when they ate the
whole choir.
They're even eating Eskimos.
Everybody knows a legbone
and someone's toes,
Make a zombie's season bright.
Tiny tots, with their eyes in
a bowl,
Will find it hard to see tonight.
We know Zombie Santa's
on his way;
He's eaten lots of boys and girls
in his sleigh,
And every mother's child
is going to spy
To see if zombie reindeer really
know how to fly.
And so, I'm running to get
out of here
Before the zombies eat me too.
Although it's been said about
the undead,
If you don't run, they will
feast on you.
(Taken with permission from the pages of Michael P. Spradlin's It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies! A Book of Zombie Christmas Carols.)
Awesome.
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