Witches Brew

Trick or treat they always would say Ghosts and goblins come out to play Roaming the streets they haunt the night Looking for sweets they taunt with fright As ghoulish shadows come your way Werewolves growl, at the moon they bay Bats prowl the sky, looking for prey As witches on their brooms take flight Trick or treat Zombies wander, going astray But return to graves before day It can be such a ghastly sight Many wear their masks with delight While witches brew 'neath skies of gray Trick or treat