Halloween Elves Stock the Pumpkins
Halloween elves are in training for Halloween land.
They stack the pumpkins, in spite of a big brass band.
Here they are now! Let’s give them an appreciative hand!
Yelled the Jack-o-lantern King, Mr. Spookie B. Dand.
They are stacking up the pumpkins from floor to ceiling.
They are leaning against the roof which is peeling.
I have a crazy, weird, uncomfortable feeling
That when they come down, our heads will be reeling.
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