Halloween, Halloween,
It’s not the time for in between,
Heaven and earth,
Alive and bedeviled,
Choose your true tack,
Lest you are cast into Hell.
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Halloween is coming your way – be warned!
Pumpkin Heads,
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, they’re the pumpkin heads,
Creepy things, eerie things, scaring half to death,
Pumpkin heads we must get!
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, they’re the pumpkin heads,
Yellow things, orange things, burning bright inside,
Pumpkin heads or we will cry!
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, they’re the pumpkin heads,
Witches here, wizards near, chanting round them lit,
Pumpkin heads: we will hit!
Pumpkin heads, pumpkin heads, ho, ho, ho, it’s the pumpkin heads,
Smash them up, bash them up, ‘till they’re whacked to bits,
Pumpkin heads, hit, hit, hit!
Tired heads, sleepy heads, zzz, zzz, zzz, we’re going to bed,
Land of nod, brains all fogged, drifting off to sleep,
Pumpkin heads next year – and heaps!
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Monsters, Scary Monsters
Halloween Monsters
Monsters, scary monsters are coming your way,
Monsters, scary monsters, hark what I say,
As Halloween draws closer they will zoom in on you,
Monsters, scary monsters BOO HOO, HOO, HOO!
Ghost House
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;
.
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
.
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
.
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
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Trick or Treat us this night!
Trick or treat us this night, It’s Halloween, we say,
Trick or treat us this night, With goodies, we pray,
Like candy and cola and pieces of fruit,
Trick or treat us this night, You silly old coot.
*
I will not give you a thing, You nasty young tykes,
Go away, leave me be, It’s late in the night,
You should be home, in your beds,
Not here by my door, Be off you little scruffs,
I am closing my door.
*
Trick or treat us this night,
This is your last chance,
Trick or treat us this night,
Don’t take that vile stance,
Give us goodies – so fine,
Like candy, just give,
Trick or treat us this night,
You silly old twit.
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I warned you already,
Now here is my boot,
Take that and that,
You spiteful young brutes,
And if you dare try,
To trick me this night,
I will kick you some more,
I tell you no lie.
*
Trick or treat us this night,
You had your last chance,
Now we trick you this night,
Despite your brave stance,
Abracadabra,
You are under our spell,
And will give some treats,
Sure, Halloween is so swell.
The witches are coming!
The witches are coming, It’s that time of the year,
When ghosts, monsters and goblins, walk abroad, creating fear.
A time of dark nights and much darker deeds,
When kids call on neighbours, saying, trick or treat if you please.
When you deposit some treats into the bag by their side,
You will see magic so wondrous in those kids’ eyes,
The same magic that you possessed a long time ago,
Before worldly concerns dimmed its bright glow.
Never fear, though, you can rekindle it, Just open your eyes,
To the marvel and the wonder, In this great world of ours.
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You have been WARNED.
The Old Witch – A Halloween story by The Brothers Grimm
There was once a little girl who was very wilful and who never obeyed when her elders spoke to her – so how could she be happy?
One day she said to her parents, ‘I have heard so much of the old witch that I will go and see her. People say she is a wonderful old woman, and has many marvellous things in her house, and I am very curious to see them.’
But her parents forbade her going, saying, ‘The witch is a wicked old woman, who performs many godless deeds – and if you go near her, you are no longer a child of ours.’
The girl, however, would not turn back at her parents’ command, but went to the witch’s house. When she arrived there the old woman asked her:
‘Why are you so pale?’
‘Ah,’ she replied, trembling all over, ‘I have frightened myself so with what I have just seen.’
‘And what did you see?’ inquired the old witch.
‘I saw a black man on your steps.’
‘That was a collier,’ replied she.
‘Then I saw a gray man.’
‘That was a sportsman,’ said the old woman.
‘After him I saw a blood-red man.’
‘That was a butcher,’ replied the old woman.
‘But, oh, I was most terrified,’ continued the girl, ‘when I peeped through your window, and saw not you, but a creature with a fiery head.’
‘Then you have seen the witch in her proper dress,’ said the old woman. ‘For you I have long waited, and now you shall give me light.’
So saying the witch changed the little girl into a block of wood, and then threw it on the fire. When it was fully alight, she sat down on the hearth and warmed herself, saying:
‘How good I feel! The fire has not burned like this for a long time!’
I want to eat your brains
I want to eat your brains
I want to eat your brains,
That’s what I said,
I want to eat your brains,
Until you are dead.
I am a zombie; it’s what I do,
Eating brains all night through.
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In the morning,
When I’ m nice and full,
Of lovely brains and blood, so cool,
I will go to bed and sleep it off,
Until the evening when I’ll want some more.
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Ghost House
by Robert frost
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
*
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
*
I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart.
*
The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.
*
It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.
*
They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.
The Crazymad Writer 