Is that the Grim Reaper, come knocking at my door,
as Midnight my black cat, runs across the floor?!
and in behind the Grim Reaper,a Princess, short and sweet,
their both yelling really loud, I want candy, trick or treat.
Then a little Cowboy knocks, then runs at what hes seen,
was it just this old black dress, or my witches face in green?!
Well look its Cinderella, an Barney on my lawn,
and is that a little Goblin, holding to a Leprechaun?!
The little costumed Kiddies, are now home safe and sound,
no more little Goblins, till next year rolls around.
So much to do, so little time, to the closet for my broom,
I've got the cobwebs in there place, the house looks like a tomb.
Its almost the Witching hour, my Ghostly friends come out,
then i'll stir my witches brew, and hope its not too stout.
I'll rub noses with Count Dracula, give the Mummy a ghostly sheen,
be careful the doors you knock on, because its Halloween.