The Hallows Eve Fest
First it was the bats, who came buzzing by, on a spin.
Hot on their tail the hawks were flying again.
The ravens were stirred up, but they stood their ground.
Crows were eating the corn; clever and sound.
It was Hallows Eve, a time for children to feel dread.
Most of them were not asleep, but sitting terrified in bed.
The bats landed in attics, and caused chains to clatter a bit.
The ghosts were hot about it, but that’s about it.
The hawks kept on coming, they came from the east.
They came from the south, and the north for the feast.
They had heard that the witches were creating hog brew.
They loved to eat this even more than beef stew.
Gargoyles, ghosts, and goblins tried to crash this big do.
Who do you think you are? The witches asked, who?
Ghosts asked to be the entertainment, to bring out their biggest boo.
They were sent to the factory to be made into glue.
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