(Sung to the tune of “The Sound of Music”)


The Museum’s alive,
With the sound of screaming.
With screams it abounds,
Every couple years.

The Major Events,
Have turned out as bloodbaths.
Have dinner there,
You’ll be the meat.

You know the shows,
Won’t be monster-free.
’tween lilies and old tombs
So once the lights go dim
Drop your fork and run for the street!

’cause the Museum’s alive,
With the sound of screaming
Screams that have rung,
’gainst a thousand ears.
If an invite you get,
To a new exhibit,
Make any excuse
But please leave town.

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