Hallowe'en
by: Harry Behn
Tonight is the night
When dead leaves fly
Like witches on switches
Across the sky,
When elf and sprite
Flit through the night
On a moony sheen.
Tonight is the night
When leaves make a sound
Like a gnome in his home
Under the ground,
When spooks and trolls
Creep out of holes
Mossy and green.
Tonight is the night
When pumkins stare
Through sheaves and leaves
Everywhere,When ghoul and ghost
And goblin host
Dance round their queen.
It's Hallowe'en!!
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