Everyone Hail To The Pumpkin Song
Everyone Hail To The Pumpkin Song
The king, of course, so powerful,
Charming as can be.
No skin or hair, but bright white bones,
Scaring you and me.
Though the heir to the Halloween throne,
He long for something more.
So whilst he wallows in dreams forgotten,
He comes upon a door.
A green pine tree, with bright red bulbs
Sprouting all around it.
The pumpkin king, entranced by the picture,
Decides to open it.
And lo and behold, a town of old,
(known as Christmas land)
The king of fright stumbles into a place that seems so grand.
He gawks at all the smiling faces,
Stares at all the kindness.
And when he thinks it can't get better,
He discovers there's a Highness.
A man dressed in a dark red robe,
With a black and silver sash.
With a long, white beard and a jolly old voice
That makes you want to laugh.
Jack skellington is mystified by this magical town,
But loves it to the life of him,
So he decides to bring it around
To Halloween town, to show them how
Much fan they have around here,
To show them that there's more to life
Than just creating fear.
He gets more brics
And bracs to bring to home.
A christmastree, he takes with him,
A present made of stone.
When he gets back, the cheers rise high,
And he receives well-wishing hello's.
The towns only mayor walks up to Jack
And says, "Where did you go?"
Jack answeres in a happy tone, "I'll explain it in a meeting."
So town hall fills up quickly,
To hear why the king was fleeing.
He said, "I've discovered a land,
A place known as Christmas town."
He picks up a present t show everyone,
To explain it till it's down.
Everyone shouts so suddenly
In loud excited tones,
"It's a box of poison, or
A cursed xylophone.
Maybe a spider,
Or maybe a bat,
Or some other evil toy,
They all shout at jack, "Well, what have you got?Does it create fear or joy?"
They all think it's scary, jack thought to himself,
How do I explain that it's not?
But they all started planning
On what to do for this holiday,
And jack couldn't stop it at all.
After several loud cheers, and many thatnk-you's
The towns people left happily.
As the pumpkin king sat, and thought over this mess,
He said, "Why can't they just see
How happy it makes me?"
Jack sits in his tower, thinking this over,
On how to understand this "Christmas thingy."
A logical way, he is looking for, so the people may see clearly.
A lightbulb goes on inside of his skull,
On how to explain it this time,
He pays a visit to the doctor in town,
A man by the name of Doctor Finklestein.
Some equipment he gets, like a long stethoscope,
To try out the presents this time,
Some thought is required, and metal and wire,
And many other inventive types.
Several long hours later………..
Jack Skellington sits on his tall desk chair
Unable to figure this out.
He cries to the heavens, "what am I not getting?
Christmas is so complicated? How?"
A little crazy, the pumpkin king becomes,
Trying to find a solution.
"But maybe it's all just under my nose,"
He says with and interesting expression.
"just because I cannot see it,
Doesn't mean I cannot know,
That it's always in my heart,
And you can't forget it, of course not, no."
Skellington Jack gets a rather sly grin,
And his pointed teeth were shown.
"Maybe it's time I helped out with Christmas,
Adding a little touch of my own.
And maybe I can do some more,
Sure they'll wonder what's in store
For them when they see what I've got,
The pumpkin king, with the Christmas lot,
And maybe I can make it great,
And that's exactly what I'll say!!"
A cackle escapes the pumpkin man,
As his hard, long journey began.
The king of fear gathers all the town,
To plan this Christmas time.
With eager expressions and far-fetched ideas,
They all exuberantly form a line.
The ghosts do the presents, the zombies the sled,
And the Doctor's inventing the deer.
The monsters to the décor, the vampires the dolls,
Every other monster queer, is planning this year.
Jack noticed something missing,
But couldn't say what,
Then he says with a flourish, "oh, of course,
We have to get Sandy Claws but,
With a little help."
So jack set out to find the Oogie Boogie's Boys
The best trick-or-treaters in town.
He asked them urgently,
To go to Christmas town to find the Sandy Claws,
And bring him back down.
The three little 'children' agreed so eagerly,
As they had an evil side to them.
But before they had left,
Jack had a request,
That they keep that Oogie away from him.
Away the kids wint, planning there task,
Singing "How shall we kidnap the sandy claws?
Shall we pop him in a pot of oil,
Or drop him in a spiders jaw?
No, your so stupid, think now, if we hurt the man in any way,
We may get in trouble, and then what will jack the king say?
We'll take him to the boogieman, the meanest guy in town,
If I were on his bad side, well,
I wouldn't hang around.
Kidnap the sandy claws, drop him in a pot,
Take him to the boogieman, let's see what he's got!"
Away the kids went running, singing their twisted song,
Away to the Holiday Trees, where things were about to go wrong.
Back in Halloween town, things were going well.
All of the citizens were ahead of schedule.
Smiling faces, laughter, and some screams were all around.
Jack Skellington was smiling, it was such a happy town.
The slay was being loaded, the reindeer were all set,
The gifts were almost ready, and jack wasn't ready yet!
His suit was being fitted, the trim was sparkling white,
When three high pitched little voices were heard outside the site.
The sandy claws was here, with jack ready to take flight.
He felt something was missing, and he is always right.
The Pumpkin King took Santa's hat,
(Oh, what a heinous thing!)
And took off t get ready, leaving Santa in the ring.
The 'children' cackled evilly, taking santa from his fan,
Taking him to see the Mr. Oogie Boogie Man.
Now Oogie, the sadistic type, grinned so happily,
When he saw the ruler stumble in, confused as you can be.
Said Oogie, "You're a different man, I do not recognize you.
But, no matter, you look fine, I'll have you in a Spider's stew."
Mr. Oogie's cavern was the saddest you've ever seen.
Huge and filled with torture weapons, and neon lights glowing green.
"I love to gamble," declared the boogieman,
"So let's lay some lives on lines.
But I hope you know, ol' sandy boy,
That it will not be mine."
He strapped him to a table
And began preparing broth.
For he was gonna eat the man inside his cooking pot.
Now, for dear old Santa Clause, this may seem like the end.
But let's go back and take a look at our old skeleton friend.