There once was a creature all mouldy and rotten,
It may have been dead but will never be forgotten,
Turning slightly green,
It could be really mean,
It wore only ragged shorts made of cotton.

There once was a creature, a living undead,
It ate brains to keep itself fed,
As it walked it hobbled,
Stumbled and wobbled,
Defiant ‘til the end, the zombie refused to stay dead.