Quarter of Four
It's a quarter to four,
I couldn't sleep anymore,
Seems I just heard,
A clawing at the door,
My night vision is poor,
And I'm scared to the core
It's almost Halloween
TV loaded with many a horror show,
And I just don't know...
Hope it stops soon,
And later I find,
It was Christy's Racoon!
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