Now the seasons are running down
Cooler weather has come to town.
Soon the trees will be colored brightly
And windows will be opened nightly.
To let the cold air of fall inside
And under blankets and quilts, we’ll hide.
Then comes the night when once a year
Children dress to cause terror and fear
They parade around the neighborhoods
To collect all sorts of goody-goods.
They mingle with other witches and monsters
There’s no way to tell the real from imposters.
Then when they are all tucked in tight
And their dreams are filled of creepy delights
Do the goblins and witches fly away home
To wait another twelve months to roam.