The Clawtree Manor’s haunted, there’s no denying that.
The first proof that you’d see would be the ghoulish welcome mat.
Then the ghostly graveyard gardener, a pale shade of blue,
Would usher you inside with a song on his kazoo.
Then Frankenstein’s old monster, as a bit of an icebreaker,
Would offer you a macaroon, he’s really quite the baker.
Follow the music upstairs, and the next thing that you’ll see,
Is the ghastly pharmacist with an accordion on his knee.
And the ghost of the old Duchess, who’s anything but mean,
Playing along beside him on an ashen tambourine.
Just a few steps farther is the spectral zombie beast
Making preparations for the daily potluck feast.
Stay and dance a while and be sure to eat your fill
And when the meal is over you can test your Yahtzee skill.
With the ghostly pirate captain and his whole ghostly crew
They’d play all evening if you’d like until the night is through.
But if you do grow tired of such a classic game,
You can party with the wolfman and they’ll join in all the same.
Being bored around the wolfman? Not even a chance.
He’s fond of karaoke and he loves to polka dance.
Soon they’ll light a fire and propose some friendly toasts
(They don’t need it to stay warm, but prefer to be good hosts)
Every ghoul will gather by the fire with friendly laughs and cheers,
And tell every joke they’ve ever heard dating back a thousand years.
The Clawtree Manor’s haunted, of that there’s no denial,
But if I happened to pass by I think I’d stay a while.