Oh greet me with your spooky eyes,
All who dress in weird disguise.
Dancing with the harvest moon,
As monsters in dark shadows loom.
Pumpkins tossed by invisible hands,
As ghost control the pasture land.
Home before the sun goes down,
Or the Headless Horseman may be found.
Near trees whose limbs will encircle you,
Then hold your spirit in vine and dew.
When I was young, I shared my toast,
With Casper, such a friendly ghost.
But times have changed, even Trick-or-Treat,
So embrace this ritual with hurried feet.
Later with mouths of caramel corn,
We huddle where the fire is warm.
To tell stories that live in scary dreams,
As we celebrate sweet Halloween.