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