Chuckles Is Coming to Town

Tiptoe quiet through the moonlit mist,

I’ve got a pie that’ll explode on your wrist—HAHA!

Hide your toys, I’m pickin’ locks,

Filled your sneakers up with rocks—Heehee-HAHA!

I don’t want candy, no sweet delights,

Just the sound of screams in the dead of night—HAAAH!

Chuckles is coming to town!

With a big red nose and a murder-clown frown—HEEHEEHEE!

I’ll tie your shoelaces tight, swap your milk for slime,

Then vanish in fog with the church bell’s chime—BWAAHAHAA!

Look in the mirror—what do you see?

Oh, that’s just a wig and some fake teeth from me—YAAH-HAHA!

Dropped your goldfish in a jelly jar,

Turned your bike into a squawkin’ crow-car—AHEHEE!

Honk honk! Goes the rubber nose,

While you’re stuck in glue and garden hose—

HEE-HEE! HAAAH! WOOHOO!

I’ve got cream pies full of snakes,

And a jack-in-the-box that bites and breaks—AAAAHA!

Chuckles is creeping around,

With balloon dogs that bite and a laugh that resounds—HAHAHA!

I’ll switch your soap with syrup and jam up your drawer,

Then crawl on the ceiling and giggle some more—WAAAHAAAHAH!

So sleep tight, darlings, bolt your door,

Chuckles might be underneath your floor…

HAAAAH! Oh-ho-HO!

And if you hear a laugh in the dark…

That’s just me, leaving my mark.

(Sinister honk. Fade out with manic giggles and circus music.)