Take a trip or two

Around the pumpkin patch

And be transported to tales

Of Halloweens past

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When old-fashioned stories

Were filled with ghouls

Who haunted the village

Carrying farming tools

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When apples were picked

From skeletal trees

And dipped in hot caramel

To warm the breeze

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Where scarecrows stood watch

Not just over the corn

Their coal-fired eyes

Watched the children with scorn

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It was a time when the children

All tucked in their beds

Would ooh and aah

At the ghost stories read

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And when sleep would fall

On their bellies full of sweets

Wandering eyes and sniffling noses

Barely peeked from thin bed sheets