The ghosts float around

The haunted house

As the black cat chases

The possessed mouse

Up in the attic

Where the bloodsucking bats fly

Spiders plot revenge

On their next victim to die

The jack o’ lantern glows

Though no candle is lit

Casting shadows on one

Who just doesn’t fit

He’s jolly and fat

With a fluffy white beard

His HO HO HO

This time of year, is weird

The creepy folk yell,

“Santa, you really must go!

You’re rudely crashing

Our Halloween show!

Wait ‘til November

To say HO HO HELLO!”