Mother Goose is doing the undead shuffle

Every kiddie loves nursery rhymes--even the little ones in advanced state of decay who enjoy chowing down on human viscera. Now the twisted madmen who brought you It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies and Every Zombie Eats Somebody Sometime are eviscerating the beloved poems that once filled our tiny oozing childish brains. This time "Little Miss Muffet Turned on a Tuffet" into something putrid and smelly, and it's "Three Undead Mice" scampering across our kitchen table. So enjoy these delightful zombie-infused ditties--a feast of gruesome fun for anyone who has ever known, ever been, or ever eaten a child

Who says zombies don't have feelings? Losing a limb might not hurt them, and they don't seem to mind being shot, but that doesn't mean the undead can't love, right? This collection features more than two dozen classic love songs aimed right at the rotting hearts of zombie romantics everywhere. Perfect for a cozy evening at home with an infected loved one, this book is sure to get the blood pumping and the juices flowing in even the most decayed zombies. With timeless tunes such as "You Blight Up My Life", "I Ate You Babe", and "Can You Feel Your Thumb Tonight", and heart-melting illustrations to go with each song, this is destined to be an apocalyptic classic!

Fresh brains roasting on an open fire . . .

Outside the temperature's dropping. The snow is falling, blanketing the world in white. Sleigh bells are jingling. Soon it will be that most wondrous time of the year

That time of flesh-devouring zombie horror

Yes, Christmas is on its way--and all the little boys and ghouls are dreaming of stockings filled with candied eyes and bleeding body parts. You'd better watch out Santa Claws is coming to town--and he knows who's been naughty, who's been naughtier . . . and who'll taste best with a nice glass of Chianti

In celebration of this merry macabre season, we present a peerless compendium of more than two dozen of the most soul-stirring, brain-boiling carols composed specifically for the decomposing. Holiday favorites such as "I Saw Mommy Chewing Santa Claus," "Deck the Halls with Parts of Wally," and "We Three Spleens" are guaranteed to lift the spirits of the lumbering, shuffling undead and their temporarily still breathing meals-to-be. So put down your gore-splattered baseball bats and raise your voices in song And sing loudly--to drown out all the screaming.