There was a little zombie who came back from the dead,
he had a hole in his heart and one in his head,

he could go without air he could go without rest,
he could take any pain except for the one in his chest,

endlessly he'd walk the streets with a sad moan,
filled with the pain of being alone,

someone to make the blood pump in his veins,
a young girl with grace, beauty, and brains,

one cool August day with luck on his side,
he stumbled upon the girl who'd be his future bride,

she'd talk and he'd listen, he'd dance and she'd laugh
he was so happy, to find his other half,

together they were, in complete bliss,
no matter how unlikely, true love exists.