Scaring Babbalineena the Witch
Babbalineena was sweeping when the door creeped her out
it was opening slowly, with a creakiness, scarier than a shout
I thought you witches were brave, a hoarse voice whispered near
Babbalineena was terrified, hair stood up on the her neck and her rear
I do not have any money, she told the voice, I barter my things, honey
That is fine with me, the ghostly voice hissed, I do not want your money
What do you want then? I am old, I would not taste tender or sweet
I just came to say “Hello, auntie, it is me, Joey, and trick or treat!”
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