All Hallows Eve
October brings shivers to folks in Three Rivers
When fields of green turn to brown
And the people excited are more than delighted
By leaves that come tumbling down
Well a charmer named Fred was the farmer who said
That a pumpkin is ripe to be carved
And the bumpkin was right by the bugs in the light
Of a porch with a kid who is starved
For the sweet that is picked is the one that is licked
By the ghost with the most appetite
And the kid may be tricked by the street that is slicked
By the very first snow of the night
For the sugar you share is the sign that you care
When you wait for the witch in your sight
And the nag with a bag is a very small hag
With a new snaggletooth and a bite
Now the trip that you take is a pleasure to make
For the sake of the old and the young
And the path you complete is the one on your street
Where the monsters are happily hung
When the moment is done for the kids and their fun
All you have is a big pumpkin fruit
And the battle is won by the daughter and son
Who are eating the rest of your loot.
Rewritten and retitled on February 27, 2021
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