My Tricks Or My Treats

The pumpkins are scary And so are the ghouls The ghosts are all spooky At everyone’s schools The witches are flying Enchanted on brooms The skeletons crying Fireworks and booms The vampires biting And looking for treats Underneath all the lighting All over the streets Werewolves are running And jumping around Hunters are gunning And chasing them down The witches are brewing And caldrons all hot Just what are they stewing In that big giant pot Are they after my treats Or after my tricks Please not my sweets Or my candy on sticks Good night all you goblins And even you ghosts Look out for the omens Or the demons who boast