Children, don't be tardy
At your Halloween party
Pumpkins and sweets, ghost under sheets
Who's behind which disguise?
Then little Lucinda
Is dragged through a low window
Scissors and knives, run for your lives
When the Dissector arrives
Oh, aren't they all merry?
Chasing the green fairy
Sketching a fawn, lunch on the lawn
Carressing each others' wives
Lovers in yon meadow
Chilled by a long shadow
Scissors and knives, run for your lives
When the Dissector arrives
On to the infirmary
Haven from all germery
After a fine consumptive decline
The patient at last revives
Strapped to a slow gurney
Confused by her new journey
Scissors and knives, run for your lives
When the Dissector arrives
There on the third story
In his laboratory
Pinned to a board, prodded and gored
The specimen still survives
But here I am so often
Polishing small coffins
Scissors and knives, run for your lives
When the Dissector arrives
Scissors and knives, run for your lives
When the Dissector arrives