Listen children, listen well
I have a story that I must tell
The Boogieman is here you see
And he has come for you and me
The Boogieman is here
He's right above your head
He comes for you in the night
And hides under your bed
He's very tall and lean
His eyes a glowing yellow
He's not very mean
But he is a scary fellow
Pitch Black is his name
And he likes it that way
Scaring is his game
So good luck today
It's Halloween night
The day to get scared
Get ready for a fright
Not some giant Easter hare
You can't see him
But he can see you
Now he's getting ready
For some little kid stew!
Phsych!
You may not like him
But he doesn't really care
He'll make the lights go dim
And he'll give you quite a scare
Black horses made of nightmares
They are his loyal steeds
With a flick of his wrist
They will follow, yes indeed
Still don't see him
That's alright
He'll be under your bed
Tonight.
Sleep well.