There are Zombies in the Schoolyard

There are zombies in the schoolyard;

There are zombies in the park.

There are zombies in the daylight;

There are zombies in the dark.

There are zombies in the boulevards

And zombies in the lanes.

The zombies limping through the school

Have eaten all the brains.

There are zombies in the barber shop

And zombies at the gym.

The butcher is a zombie now;

He's selling human limbs.

There are zombies in the shopping mall

And zombies in the road.

The zombies in the restaurants

Eat waiter a la mode.

There are zombies in the garden;

There are zombies on the lawn.

There are zombies in the houses,

And the neighbours are all gone.

There are zombies at the chimneys;

There are zombies climbing walls:

The zombie Mrs. Rosencrantz

Gets deader when she falls.

There are zombies in the basement;

There are zombies on the roof.

My sister is a zombie now;

She's still a smelly goof.

There are zombies in the attic

And underneath the floor.

My zombie-dad is growling,

But not about my chores!

There are zombies in the hallway,

And zombies at my door.

I don't think I'll be writing

About zombies anymore...