Body Count Chocula

Late at night he brings the treat Melts in your mouth, so sickly sweet Comes to drink your plasma dry And leaves you something else inside... Through the window like a chocolate bat With a tasty surprise for all you spoiled brats One by one they fall under his spell To an immortal life inside a GMO hell ...Careful with your children - Hide them...from the Count Under the moon, his minions soar To search for hungry little children and bring the Count more Bringing them modified corn syrup dreams And a deep dark desire to join in his schemes With a marshmallow pillow takes their breath away To where they never again see the light of day He's no longer happy with the kiddies from the store Tonight, while you sleep - he's coming after yours... ...Careful with your children - Hide them....from the Count