My Tricks Or My Treats
The pumpkins are scary
And so are the ghouls
The ghosts are all spooky
At everyone’s schools
The witches are flying
Enchanted on brooms
The skeletons crying
Fireworks and booms
The vampires biting
And looking for treats
Underneath all the lighting
All over the streets
Werewolves are running
And jumping around
Hunters are gunning
And chasing them down
The witches are brewing
And caldrons all hot
Just what are they stewing
In that big giant pot
Are they after my treats
Or after my tricks
Please not my sweets
Or my candy on sticks
Good night all you goblins
And even you ghosts
Look out for the omens
Or the demons who boast
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