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A Date For Your Diary

It happens on the night of Halloween, the night that witches can be seen.
The one and only night of the year that we like to dress up in ghoulish gear.
Kids can trick or treat before witching hour, then that gives way to a far stronger power.
Over the moon and down to the ground come flying witches making that familiar sound.
On broomstick they travel with head held high, dressed in black to match the midnight sky.
Down to the coven where they sit all, huddled round a cauldron as tight as a wall.
As kindling crackles sparks fly high it's now you'll hear the sound of the witches cry;
hocus pocus, cackles and screams, comes the making of spells over the firelight beams.
When their spells are complete they give a loud cheer to celebrate this one and only night of the year.
Old Hags who's ages multiply in scores who have been around since the Napoleonic Wars.
Some of their ancestors were burnt at the stake, but that's because they made a mistake.
As dawn draws closer then back they fly over that wide open sky.
With broomstick to sit on black cat as a mate, they bid you farewell until the next "Halloween Date!

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