Striped stockings crawl up the leg of a little girl witch.
Her face is calm, but when she sings it is an awful pitch.
We listen in horror, as her song snakes up our legs.
She is scary as all get out, says my cousins Susie and Megs.
Little girl witch is sad to hear their persnickety blather.
She knows they do not like her, she hears their chatter.
She tries to soften her melody and her October song.
They warm up to her, and it does not take that long.
They become friends and the little girl witch is glad.
She was always kind-hearted, never irritable or bad.
Her face forms a smile that lights up the room bright.
Halloween has now become a most favorite night.
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megs, halloween,
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