Haunted Trail
We'll walk the haunted trail tonight
Lighted only by the cresent moon,
Amist the piney woods
The beheaded ghostmen
Searches for candy,
He has a mean sweet tooth.
If you feel a cool chill
Creeping down your spine and
Smell a sweet fruit aroma...
Drop your candy sack
Then run, lickety split!
If he doesn't get the candy...
Your life he will devour!!!!
**Approved by the American dental association!!
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