What Witches Do
The witches don their pointed hats,
The witches croak and croon,
The witches ride their broomsticks,
Away beyond the moon.
The witches don their flowing cloaks,
The witches stir their brew.
The witches chant their magic spells,
All the dark hours through.
The witches stroke their big black cats,
They comb their locks of gray,
Yet when the first faint daylight comes.
The witches hide away.
Look Out…
Look out where you go on Halloween night,
Some scary things will give you a fright!
There’s ghosts and goblins here and there,
Scary things are everywhere!
There’s witches flying all about,
Every goulish thing is out.
Black cat’s hiss and raise their backs,
While ghosts pass by with quiet tracks.
Bat’s flap their wings and let out a shriek,
This night is definitely not for the meek.
Then, from a distance, comes a sound,
Bones are rattling all around.
It’s getting scarier all about,
You’re starting to wish you’d never went out.
Panic now, what will you do?
Then something jumps right out at you.
BOO!
Monsters
There are monsters everywhere,
Monsters wandering in my hair,
Monsters on the corner stair,
Monsters in the rocking chair,
Monsters going up the wall,
Monsters that are very tall,
If I caught them in a bunch,
I’d have monster stew for lunch.

