Mother Ghost Rhymes
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Or else zombies will your flesh lick
Jack stab that ghoul
With a long ice pick
Hey diddle, diddle
I’ve got a riddle
What happens upon the full moon?
I wouldn’t laugh
You’ll see there, Sport
When the wolf shows up here soon!
Hickory, dickory, dock
Two victims went into shock
The vampire bit one
The other did stun
As he tried to call for the doc
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty awoke as a thrall
All the witch doctor’s spells in his den
Would not let Humpty awaken again
Hush little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s not sure what he just heard.
And if that sound is a dangerous thing,
Papa’s gonna buy you an accurate sling.
And if that accurate sling won’t pass,
Papa’s gonna buy you a can of gas.
And if that can of gas won’t smoke,
Papa’s gonna buy you a spear of oak.
And if that spear won’t puncture wool,
Papa’s gonna buy you a quiver full.
And if that quiver won’t bring closure,
Papa’s gonna shield you from exposure.
And if Papa can’t get the car to start
Papa’s gonna aim right for your heart.
And if Papa’s aim ain’t the best around
You’ll be the first baby zombie in town!