Every graveyard has a story to tell, ours has more than one.
T’was eight days before Halloween, and all through the graveyard, every creature was stirring, even the bard.
All the candles were lain on the table with care, in hopes Halloween soon would be there.
When up on the coffin lid arose such a clatter, I flew with my broom to see what was the matter.
When what to our rotting eyes should appear, but Killer Bees Espresso serving pipe cleaner reindeer.
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No special edition is complete without music, let’s pump up the volume in the graveyard. MARRS with Pump Up the Volume. Yes, we listened to this one year ago.
Until next week. . .