Halloween
On this day they all come out.
The dark haired witch on her flaming broom.
The ghosts afloat in your room.
The vampire waiting for his last meal.
The skeletons doing their wobbly dance.
They all wait for this one day called Halloween.
Once a year they all can scream.
So, try to catch the witch on her broom.
Or try to stop the vampire's teeth,
But you only can try for this it THEIR night.
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