A small group of individuals we are ,
When the lights go out we're never far.
To see the fear on your pale face,
We ever plague the human race.
Things that go bump in the night,
Are seeing us and running in fright.
The ages fear to speak our name,
But we tell it now to increase our fame.
Tell your children and your wives,
Hold on dearly to their lives.
For when this evil comes to town,
All in our path shall be cast down.
The rest of your days cower in fear'
Now that the Flaming Snowpahs
are here!
