Zombie the SnowmanWas a jolly, happy ghoul,
With a corncob pipe,
And some boy's nose,
And two eyes he got at school.
Zombie the Snowman
Is a fairy tale, they say;
He was undead, it's so,
But the children know
How he came back to life one day.
There must have been a virus in
That old silk hat they found,
For when they placed it on his head,
He began to dance around.
Oh, Zombie the Snowman
Was alive as he could be,
And the children say
He ate brains all day,
And they ran from that Zombie.
Zombie the Snowman
Knew the brains were fresh that day,
So he said, "Please run,
Because it's lots more fun
When I eat your brain that way."
Down through the village,
With a femur in his hand,
Running here and there,
All around the square,
Sayin', "Decapitate me if you can!"
He chased them through the streets of town
And ate the traffic cop,
And he barely paused a moment when
He heard the cop's brain pop!
Zombie the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way,
But he wave goodbye,
Sayin', "Please don't cry,
I'll eat your brains someday!"
(Taken with permission from the pages of Michael P. Spradlin's It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies! A Book of Zombie Christmas Carols.)