‘Twas the night before Halloween when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring – not even a louse,
The pumpkins were placed outside houses to scare
The monsters away, with their glowing-gold stare,
The spiders were nestled and ready to creep
While Frankenstein’s monster had woken from sleep
And Dracula in his cape, and I in my hat,
Had just sunk our teeth in a lovely, fresh rat.
When over in the mansion there arose such a chatter,
I jumped from the table – leaving the platter,
Away to the mansion I sped with a crash,
And knocked over my chair with a bash and a smash.
The moon on the horizon of the village of Glow,
Shone its enchanting self on the village below,
When what to my curious eyes should appear,
But seven sly monsters from the atmosphere,
With bubbling potions, so quick and so slick,
I knew right then, each one was a witch,
More sneaky than foxes, on their broom sticks – they came,
And they cackled their song (it is always the same)
Now witches, now witches, all of you listen!
To the village, to give every human a potion!
To the centre of the village, to the houses – to all,
Soar away, fly away, speed away – do not stall!
As the pumpkins before the witches’ cry,
Shoot their evil, their glowing and candlelit eye,
To the village the cheeky witches – they flew,
With brooms full of potions and cauldrons to brew,
Then in a blink of an eye I heard a poof!
And witches were landing upon every roof,
I got myself together, looked up from the ground,
And then saw lots of things which were familiarly round,
They were all bright orange from their head to their foot,
And they had a scarily evilly look,
Hands, legs, and toes are what they all lacked,
And they looked truly terrifying in a stack!
Their eyes – – how they glowed! Their teeth how scary,
Their plumpness how funny – like a juicy-fat berry
to be continued…
