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I heard them shout, “It’s Halloween!”

As children scurried, about the scene

Clad in costumes, their faces painted

I’m sure we’ve never been acquainted

But still they come, and ring the bell

Trick or Treat, I hear them yell

Such silly little things, are they

Who walk about and head my way

I’ll greet them with a kindly smile

And watch them grab my candy pile

Then suddenly, they’ll take off running

They think they’re sly and ever cunning

But I got them good, just wait and see

I’ve made this for them, especially

A potion, of which is quite austere

Something to make it perfectly clear

Halloween is a night for ghouls

Witches, goblins, black cats, and fools




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