Harvest Moon
It's full tonight,
the Harvest Moon.
Black cats walk
through the misty gloom.
The Spooky Season
is now here
with goblins and witches
and much to fear.
So stay alert,
keep on your toes.
Where scary things lurk
no one knows.
The wind is playing
an eerie tune.
It's full tonight,
that Harvest Moon.
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