It’s a spooky time in Spooksville

This time every year

There are many spooky tales

That surely you will hear

About pumpkins and colored corn

Grown in the haunted field

Their orange skins and yellow husks

Oddly, already peeled

As the bony ravens feed

On kernels of chaos

The skeletal mice scurry

Deep beneath the moss

Where the ghost leaves fall

Into the morning dew

Only to rise again

To scream a ghostly boo

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