One All Hallow's Eve, 'neath the silvery moon
on a night meant for witches in flight,
two children went looking for treats at the door
of a house that just didn't look right.
Their knees started shaking because they both knew
jack o' lanterns don't light on their own,
but these jacks were burning
right there in the yard...
the GRAVE yard––where
ghosts moan and groan.
The kids dropped their candy
and ran for the street,
but the bats didn't want them to go.
Swarms swooped from the sky
with a trio of ghosts
and a witch, flying in the moon's glow.
Those kids ran as fast and as far as they could
from that frightful old house on their street.
But they never were heard from again...No, not once.
Are you ready to go trick-or-treat?
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to Jeremiah, Carli, and Bryce
with love
from Grandma and Grandpa
