Bony Tony is his name,
Scaring people is his game.
He rises from his grave on Halloween night,
To find children and give them a fright.
He comes to your house,
As quiet as a mouse.
So you'd better hide under your bed,
'Cos if he finds you,
You may lose your head.
As morning comes,
he will run to hide,
Back to his grave, left open wide.
He reburies himself, loving all the fear,
It's a pity it only happens once a year!
By Mark Carroll and Fintan Logue