If you find yourself wandering Tibeti
You just might run into the Yeti.
He seems pain in the neckish
But he’s just real puckish
So buy him a plate of spaghetti!
If you dare to enter Haunted Home,
You better not forget your comb.
For the sights you’ll see there
Will petrify your hair
As it strains to escape from your dome.
There once was a young witch named Ginjer,
With magic at the tip of her finjer,
But more evil than spells
Were the insults she’d tell
She was really wicked with a zinjer.
Oh, a smart aleck might call them “sheeple”
But don’t underrate the Pod People
They might seem awfully square
But that’s how they ensnare
And across this great land they’ll all creeple.