Down by the bay.
Where the pumpkins grow.
Back to my home
I dare not go.
For if I do
My mummy will say,
“Did you ever see a ghost eating some toast?”
Down by the bay.
Down by the bay.
Where the pumpkins grow.
Back to my home
I dare not go.
For if I do
My mummy will say,
“Did you ever see a bat dancing with a rat?”
Down by the bay.
Down by the bay.
Where the pumpkins grow.
Back to my home
I dare not go.
For if I do
My mummy will say,
“Did you ever see a vampire making a campfire?”
Down by the bay.
Down by the bay.
Where the pumpkins grow.
Back to my home
I dare not go.
For if I do
My mummy will say,
“Did you ever see a witch scratching an itch?”
Down by the bay.
Down by the bay.
Where the pumpkins grow.
Back to my home
I dare not go.
For if I do
My mummy will say,
“Did you ever see a troll digging a hole?”
Down by the bay.
Down by the bay.
Where the pumpkins grow.
Back to my home
I dare not go.
For if I do
My mummy will say,
“Did you ever see a spider flying in a glider?”
Down by the bay.
Down by the bay.
