Time: Friday the 13th 1944
~HALLOWEEN~
The hills untie their bonnet, the bobolinks
Begin their song-just as the sun went down.
Where the sun went I do not know.
Three yellow pumpkins were climbing up a purple wall,
When they reached the top they saw a land of gray,
As nature put up the evening stars that led the day away.
It"s almost dark, it's time for trick or treatin,
Time when things begin to fly, when witches,
Bats, and spirits flit through the moon lit sky,
When the white cresent moon meanders in the sky,
When the North wind blows and scatters leafs about,
When gn'omes scamper into their underground homes.
When spooks and trolls creep out of their green mosy holes,
Then look about with fixed glass eyes and stony stares,
When pumpkins from the store are carved into jack-o-lanterns
Are sitting in windows with candles a glow on this glorious night,
When witches, bats, vampires dance spookily throughout the night,
When three little pumpkins see spooks, goblins, ghosts everywhere,
Tonight is the time to trick or treat on porches and stairs,
Where my friends I'll meet, and see the costumes they have on,
Monsters, ghosts, goblins and skeletons too,
When candy will be dropped in my pillow case,
Then I shiver down the street with cold blue hands,
To seek the next house trick or treat.
My three little pumpkins were sitting on my dad's front gate,
In the front of our house, long, long, long, long after dark,
The first one said, "I don't like my costume, and it's very late,"
The second one said, "I don't care, I'm not afraid."
The third one said, "I'm ready for some trick or treat fun."
The whoosh went the wind, out went the lights.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo..
Terrified, my three little pumpkins
Ran as fast as their little feet could go
Into our house their hats
Whooped up on lifted hair,
They didn't stop to stare.
With a smileing face that never sulks.
My little pumkins' and me sang all night long,
In the gobblin a booboo bla-bla tongue,
"The worlds a very happy place where
Every pumpkin, or child big or small
Ought to sing or hum what a Fun filled
Friday the 13th Halloween night!"
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