Terrified of the Shigwongers
What is he doing? The Shigwonger did soon ask.
He is waiting for Halloween to begin, an enjoyable task.
I think he is a bit creepy, sitting on that gravestone cold.
I could watch him every day, the girl said. It never gets old.
The Shigwonger gave a shiver, a jiggle and a shake.
He did not know how much longer the moon would take.
Night would happen soon, and then it would be Halloween.
Who does he think he is? Asked the Shigwonger. The king?
The king of Halloween heard the whispering but dared not look.
He thought he had seen a Shigwonger down by the little brook.
The only creature he feared, which made hair stand on his neck.
Was a Shigwonger. Here came one now! He was terrified as heck!
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