Halloween Magic
A bald-headed ghost
Drank some witches’ brew
And on top of his head
A strange thing grew.
It was pointed and tall
And black as a bat
With stringy long hair
Where his head was flat.
Bobbing for apples
Watch us bobbing for an apple,
For an apple apple apple,
But no apple apple apple,
Not an apple can I get.
Oh I cannot catch an apple,
Not one apple apple apple
Through my sister got an apple,
All I got was soaking wet!
How to meet a witch
First, put your clothes on inside out.
Then walk backward to where two roads meet.
If you wait until midnight, you will see a witch!
Three little ghosts
Three little ghostesses
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesse,
Up to their wristesses,
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesse!
Missing Halloween
There once was a witch on a broom,
Who flew by the light of the moon.
But she took a wrong turn,
Just outside Bern,
And missed Halloween, the buffoon!
Halloween’s a sudden BOO
Halloween’s a sudden BOO!!
And just as quick a scream:
Laughing in the scary dark,
Loving friendly fright.
On Halloween, witches come true;
Wild ghosts escape from dreams.
Each monster dances in the park,
Eating candy like a shark–
Now kiss and say goodnight
Horror is a kind of play
Horror is a kind of play,
A need to undergo
Life along the borderline,
Lest death be just a name.
On Halloween we dream away
What wailing we well know,
Enchanted by the danger sign
Each savors up and down the spine,
Near haunts that are no game.
It’s Halloween
It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can’t be seen
On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms