• there are few who deny and what i do i'm the best for my talents are renoued far and wide when it come to suprizes in a moon lit night i exel with out ever even trying with the slitest little effort of my goast-like charm i have seen grown men get out of sriek with the wave of my hand in a well pasted pose i've swept the vary bravest off there feet yet year after year its the same old cheer and i've grown very wirery of the same old screams and i JACK THE PUMPKIN KING will grow so tiry of the same old thing Ohhhh somewhere deep inside of these bones an emty lose behave began to grow there somthing out here far a longingi've never known i'm the master of of fright and a demon of light and i'l scare you out of your pants to a guy in kuntucky i'm mister unlucky and i'm known though england and france and scince i am dead i can take off my head and recite sheckspearin qwotaion NO ANIMAL OR MAN CAN SCREAM LIKE I CAN with the fury of my rectaion but who will ever understand that the pumpkin king will with the scloton grin would tier of of this crown if they only under stood if they only could Ohh theres an elm inside of these bones that call out a felling unknown the fame and praise year after yearnothin holds in these emtey bonesss.............................................................