The Shape


Michael Myers hiding in the shadow. Photo from Halloween, 1978

O Michael how your knife is shining bright;

Your shape hides in the very dark shadows;

Stalking your victim on Halloween night;

Unsuspectingly you deal the deathblows.

Spending fifteen years in that hospital;

You escape that place to exact revenge;

You break your victim’s bones that are brittle;

Your victims, your doctor tries to avenge.

The babysitters are messing around;

Going to party and not watch the kids;

O Michael you will put them in the ground;

You will make them all so very sorry.

 And while you go around on your big spree;

O Michael you will never get Laurie.