Happy Halloween, verse #4

Happy Halloween…

Put the oar in the cauldron, turn to the left,
see the bubbles arise, time to throw in the bat,
let it simmer a while, the clock will strike six,
all this cooking is hard, it’s not easy being a witch,
at Halloween time, we must fly about,
appearances high, and legends abound,
we’re expected to frighten, we’re expected to tease,
yet still give away candy on each Halloween,
our brooms get so tired, the cat stifles a yawn,
our feet get so achy chasing trick-or-treaters off lawns,
still we get no respect for all the work that we do,
taunting and scaring and summoning ghouls,
but when the season is over we’ll return to our rest,
just witches-in-waiting, to do our Halloween best.

Happy Halloween, verse #3

Happy Halloween…

Ghost and goblins come to rise
from this witch’s brew I brew this night,
I summon you this Halloween
to bring to bear cries and screams,
and when this Halloween is o’er
I’ll order you back through the door
to the other side through this witch’s brew,
now ghosts and goblins, I summon you,
but take heed not this witch to fright,
who has summoned you this hallowed night,
for if you break the spell being weaved,
there’ll be no candy for you this Halloween.

Happy Halloween, verse #1

Happy Halloween…

Trick-or-treaters go to every door
dressed in costume of want-to-be or to humor or to fright,
requesting candy to fill their bags they walk for miles,
until finally falling into sugar coated dreams on Halloween night.