when Celia Finishes
Cecila, a calico stitch witch did a dance by the glow of the moon
ruffles flying out in the weird shape of a boastful baby baboon
Her boots are a clicking, a smacking, a clacking as she does the dance
Bringing Halloween ambiance to us, as she does in France
So. you have met Cecila, a pumpkin head guy says to me
When she finishes, tell her, she is invited to tea
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