Spooky McBoo and Sneaky McGhee
Went trick-or-treating on All Hallow’s Eve
Spooky was sly, but Sneaky was bad
And all of their tricks drove the neighbourhood mad
Spooky would knock three times on the door
Steal all the candy, and then ask for more
Sneaky would give all the children a fright
Then scurry off cackling into the night
Spooky and Sneaky were a terrible pair
Spreading their tricks without seeming to care
They weren’t afraid of the goblins and ghouls
They frolicked along, disregarding the rules
But then President Pumpkin caught up with the two
And said, “This must stop, McGhee and McBoo!
It’s a blight on society! A plague on our name!
You scandalous scoundrels, this isn’t a game!”
But Spooky and Sneaky didn’t care for these words
So they ran ahead, acting like they hadn’t heard
They frolicked on, with their tricks without treats
But then President Pumpkin caught them back on the streets
“McGhee and McBoo! What am I to do
With a pair of imps as mischievous as you?
Your tricks without treats are a scandalous plague,
You two must be punished because you’ve disobeyed!”
With that, Old Man Pumpkin locked the duo inside
Of an old wooden coffin, and buried them alive!
On Halloween night, they were removed from the fun
Because of the mischief the two spooks had done
“I’m sorry,” said Spooky, his voice very soft.
“I’m sorry, too,” Sneaky sniffed, or perhaps he coughed.
In any case, the duo made shallow amends
In hopes that their punishment would come to an end
But President Pumpkin wasn’t easy to fool
“Do they think me mad? I’m not an amateur ghoul!
I’ll teach them a thing about tricks, now,” thought he.
So he went in search of the best tricks to see
And he found them, too, with a wizard so small
That Pumpkin swore he was less than two feet tall!
“I need a spell, if you please,” President Pumpkin said,
“Which will fill naughty spooks with caution and dread.
They ignore our rules, and continually cheat
They hand out tricks, but never with treats!”
The wizard, it seemed, was more than happy to help
And when the President left, he felt all would well
But Spooky and Sneaky were far from all right
When they were let back into that lovely, dark night
The sight they beheld caused their hearts both to sink
They found that their bodies had been had coloured bright pink!
“How can we trick,” they said, “in a colour so strange?
What are we to do? Does he expect us to change?
If we look like this, we can’t play tricks on the street!
Why, if we can’t play tricks, we might have to give treats!
President Pumpkin just laughed and said, “What shall I do,
With you, Sneaky McGhee, and you, Spooky McBoo?”
Now, Spooky McBoo and Sneaky McGhee
Are the friendliest spooks that you’ll ever see
And on Halloween night, they give everybody treats
Without tricks at all while they’re haunting the streets
And though they are pink, they’re a sight to behold
The subject of many ghost stories we’re told
Around Halloween time, in the midst of a dream
About Spooky McBoo and Sneaky McGhee