Good Gob
Amoung the falling leaves comes
The call of the Holloween mall
Laced with all it's dark toys
A little of this and a little of that
Making way to interact
Childrens foot steps clop clop
Door to door they make their prop
Ring it again
Are they in there
Oh no lights not on
Come on, come on
Down the street they go
No trick or treat at all
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