the jacks are frolicking again
The jacks are frolicking again I heard TomTom yell.
We ran outside to see the result of the witches’ spell.
Jack-o-lanterns were sitting quietly not doing a thing.
Come on! Dance! Yelped TomTom, and do it with zing.
The jacks sat silently, not moving the least little bit.
TomTom stomped off angry after throwing a baby fit.
Gossipy cat was not happy, and frankly, neither was I.
I had been in the middle of eating my warm pumpkin pie.
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