An old mansion sits upon the hill side
The spook house for the haunted to hide
In a screaming rage with brooms to ride
Through the woods at midnight they died
The spooky neighborhood in twilight moon
A wise old owl hooted to a squeaky tune
The ghost of white goblins booing inside
Mischievous angry cats are hissing near by
The black cats flying low many funny cries
Old spiders crawl upon the web tree high
Night masquerade at the eve of Halloween
Turn witches into pumpkins so very mean
Old werewolf feast on the poor human soul
Beware of Jack-O‘-Lantern he’s out to stroll
It’s that time of the year and it’s ‘Trick or Treat’
In the spook house you rest after some sweets to eat
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