He's as mad as marbles, he's a pumpkin eater, with a pumpkin head
Every year he's conjured by the witches, from the bones of the dead
Sired on All Hallows' Eve, into an anathema, with a ravenous hunger
And now he'll sate his greed, on the feeble old and innocent younger
Prowling, for he's a predator, who has a taste for meaty pumpkin pie
Under the witching spell, he'll feed 'til the bones are exposed and dry
Munching on every last sinew of cartilage, before supping on marrow
Piercing bones with his teeth, in the mortuary of a madman's barrow
Keep away from him! He's a wandering maniac, he's a pumpkin eater
In the dark of All Hallows' Eve, he knows the flesh is so much sweeter
Nocturnal necrophor, of a clan of undead, he's a shape-shifting shade
Eternally rising on this, October's last, with his butcher's pitted blade
And now as the sun is setting, even the witches will hide from his sin
The empty eyes in a rotting head and the vile mouth, carved in a grin
Exalted by anthropophagites the trick of his treat is stalking his game
Rendering them senseless, with insanity, as a rusty cleaver takes aim
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