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!
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