If you’re into Halloween, but are very pleasant and make a good scene, you might try something kind of obscene.
Sacrifice virgins you acquire, on Halloween night, from the peat mire.
You must ask them trick or treat. They might ask you smell my feat.
You are not to make of fat, you must hoist them up like that.
They might ask you for a boost. It isn’t capitalism just ask Joost.
Old King Henry got it wrong. He just panicked, short of song.
You see the noble way of scythe. Is they laid upon with knife.
Sacrifice themselves they did. Between two pillars the man hid.
To him they came, like a cloak. It’s good protection and no joke.