Wee Ditty Wee Ditty

They were pushed by the October winds Ghosts on a fine swing, numbering three. Singing a ditty they had learned With a wee ditty, wee ditty, wee ditty, wee One of them with a glass eye Another with a head that was swollen Then there was the boss, named Cy He was the one who thought he was golden Their ditty took on a happy mind of its own They sang long and hard, and super loud Loving it that it was like a song and a poem Best of all, they were super Halloween proud. Wee ditty wee ditty wee ditty wee, We swing and we swing, we are the Halloween three Wee ditty bee bitty, cee city she, The trees ring with witches, how happy are we!