On All Hallows’ Eve

When the moon is full, and the bats fly near,
Mount your broom and fly, don't cower in fear.

For it's Halloween, our night to rock,
When witches and warlocks begin to flock.

Mix in with the kiddies, all dressed their part;
Drink brew, eat candy, and an occasional tart.

At midnight we rise, to sing praise to the moon,
Saying thanks for the magic, our cat, and our broom.

We'll see the kiddies home safely, no harm to them comes;
Tucked warm in their beds--now the parents steal some!

When the moon sinks low and our celebration ends,
Sleep well, for next year it begins yet again.

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