The Spooks

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The spooks
The spooks
They are under ye' bed
They be hiding in ye' closet
They be dining in ye' kitchen
The spooks
The spooks
They have spiked teeth
They have devil horns
They be having a bad hair day, too!
The spooks
The spooks
They be snacking on ye' chair
They be chomping on ye' hair
They be jumping on ye' bed
They be makin' ye see red!

The spooks
The spooks
And ye' shout "Come for dinner, The Spooks!"
And they be rushing down the hall
Sayin', "Yes mummy."

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Yay or nay?

It's for Halloween, that I oh so missed because we have no internet currently so... Oops?

I don't know about this, so be sure to comment on it.

*turns into a bat and flies away*

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