Up in the rafters something stirs?

Bat’s in my belfry?

What can it be.

Scrawling

And crawling

And scratching around

I look about

to see what can be found?

Suddenly flowing

Drops of red blood,

Oh my dear lord

That can’t be good?

Now our of the shadows

Comes a caped figure.

Standing in front of me?

It is Count Dracula!