I do not like thy spider door
I do not like thine hell’s decor
Take them, take them far from shore
drown them, drown them
rise ne’ermore
For tis Luther’s day
a testament to Holy Ghost and Papist roast
nothing further from the truth
is a witch’s pagan booth
Eye of newt and bloodshot root
Slouching to Bethlehem great galoot
Halloweeners I deplore
still, here’s some candy at my door