Skeletons are prowling
So is the occasional ghost
You might find a werewolf howling
And a zombie or two, at most!

You’ll be shaken to the bones
Seeing the evil witches spell
Listening to her moans
Can send everybody to hell!

Visions of a Cerberus, ready to bite
Or a Egyptian Mummy chasing you
Can stir up a great fright
And make you runaway too!

Although sweets and cakes are part of it,
It’s a scary time of year
The day can make you have a fit
It’s a time that you’re meant to fear!