~HALLOWEEN~
The hills untie their bonnet: the bobolinks began
Their song, just as the sun starts going down.
As the sun sets there appears a misty purple haze in the sky,
With three yellow pumpkins 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 time for trick or treatin,
Time when dead things begin to fly,
when witches, bats and spirits flit through the moon lit
sky,
When the docile woolly white moon wanders alone in the sky,
When the winds swirl’s and scatters dry leafs making
clicking sounds.
When gnomes scamper into their underground homes.
Time for spooks and trolls to creep out of green mossy
holes,
To look about with fixed glassy eyes and stony stares,
When pumpkins fresh off the vine, are now jack-o-lanterns
Sitting in windows with candles a glow on this glorious
night,
When spooks, goblins, ghosts, witches, bats are everywhere,
When vampires dance spookly throughout the night,
Tonight is the time to trick or treat on porches and stairs,
Where friends meet to see the costumes each other has on,
Such as monsters, ghosts, goblins and skeletons too,
When candy will be dropped into brown sacks and pillow
cases,
When we shiver down the street with cold blue hands,
To the next house trick or treat.
Time for the three little pumpkins sitting on the front
gate,
In front of their house, 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 treatin."
Then whoosh went the wind, lightning put out the lights.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo.
The terrified, little pumpkins jumped off that gate
They ran as fast as their little feet could go
Into their house their hats were
Whooped up on lifted hair,
They didn't stop to stare.
With a smiling face that never sulks.
The three little pumpkins' sang all night long,
In the goblin boo-boo bla-bla, babble tongue,
"The worlds a very happy place where
Every pumpkin, child big or small
Ought to sing or hum what a fun filled,
Halloween night!”
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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