Now this is a warning,
you must listen close.
It might sound quite scary,
and certainly gross.
But this is a story,
that has to be told.
Of mistakes that were made,
on Halloweens old.
When choosing which pumpkins,
to carve and to gut,
there were some that you thought,
just did not make the cut.
The moldy and bumpy,
you left them to rot.
You thought they were done for,
but dead they were not.
At first they came forceful.
A mighty attack.
It was carve or be carved,
your brains for their snack.
The very next year,
revenge they did seek.
If you put up a fight,
the outlook was bleak.
Soon others fell victim,
to a very deep curse.
Compelled to carve pumpkins,
or end up in a hearse.
They demanded a mate,
and were given a bride.
From a ladylike monster,
there's just no place to hide.
Sprouting up from the ground,
a new mouth to feed.
They come in all sizes,
and this one's a bad seed!
Each year you can hear them,
as they rise from the patch.
You better start running,
or it's you that they'll catch.
There's one way to please them,
and save your own life.
Just give them their wishes,
and pick up that knife.
So please do some carving,
or you'll pay for your sins.
And suffer the wrath,
of the Zombie Pumpkins!