The zombies are most anxious about the graveyard br Before midnight arises, for they make the br Most petrifying of wails and screams. br Sounding as if they are being boiled alive br In their own ghastliness, of their slimy and br Putrid green skin. br br They dare not gander about the graveyard br Before the dead of night arises, for they br Will be engulfed by the sunlight which br Sweeps across the grave stones, br Standing like forgotten and mysterious br Relics. br br They are tremendously afraid of the sunlight, br For it completely obliterates them; causing their skins br To melt ferociously under br The searing heat of the sun, br And their bows to spew out disgusting br And putrid mucus. br br When the crow squawks upon the Oak br Tree in the grave yard, the Zombies br Are wise to know that the dead of night br Has come to being. br br They ferociously slash their coffins br To pieces and begin to come forth from their graves. br The shadows of the zombies spill vengeance and evil br Upon the grave yard, as they come forth from br Their graves.