In a castle dark and stormy, by the glow of the moon,
Lived a little Dracula, with an adorable wooden spoon.
Not a fang in his mouth, nor a cape round his neck,
Just a chef’s hat and apron, grilling out on the deck.
While others sucked blood, he stirred up his stew,
Adding bat wings, creepy crawlies, and just a hint of goo.
His cauldron would bubble, his ladle would steam,
This vampire cooked up one delicious dream!
He minced his garlic without a care or fright,
Dicing chives and onions in the dead of the night.
For this Halloween feast, he worked with delight,
Serving spooks and ghouls under candlelight.
So beware if you see a cauldron that steams,
And hear tiny giggles, or eerie little screams.
For Baby Dracula’s meals are frightful and lean,
There’s soup for all on this Happy Halloween!
Quinn David Furness presents the Beantown Podcast 