Chintzy with her Food

On Hallows Eve Octobra always has a dance Her feet are fancy in heels, to give a better prance the rest of us sit around getting heavier yet While she dances with her familiar, a kittenish pet Her place is decorated with ghosts and stuff She has gone all out for us, sure enough We sit and watch Octobra dance until the food is gone Then we leave too, way before daylight or dawn You see, Octobra is not a voracious eater in the least We get teensy plates of appetizers that would not fill a beast I am a giant goblin, and my cousin frank is a t-rex-wannta-be So we have to leave early to catch food too slow to flee