Halloween Warning

July 9, 2008 by admin  
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On Halloween evening, one night in the year,
When ancient graves open, all the ghosts then appear.
We flit through the shadows, we moan and we groan,
We pounce on the mortal, straying too far from home.
So humans be wary, stay safely within
Lest a Halloween ghost scares you out of your skin!

Pumpkin

July 9, 2008 by admin  
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We bought a fat orange pumpkin
The plumpest sort they sell.
We neatly scooped the inside out
And only left the shell.
We carved a funny funny-face
Of silly shape and size,
A pointy nose, a jagged mouth
And two enormous eyes.
We set it in a window
And we put a candle in,
Then lit it up for all to see
Our jack-o-lantern grin.

Ghosts

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I think I’ll wear a sheet,
A big, white, ghostly sheet;
And go about on Halloween
To scare the folks I meet.

I’ll be entirely covered up -
All white from head to feet,
And I don’t think they’ll ever guess
That I’m inside that sheet.

Halloween (All Hallows Eve)

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Charlene Ashborn

All Hallows Eve is almost here,
The spookiest night of the year.
You may see a ghost, witch or ghoul
For this is the time these beings rule
Front porch stoops are their favorite haunt,
Here they gather to giggle and taunt.
Ringing doorbells, shouting “Trick or Treat,”
Only to be appeased by something sweet.
Greedily they grab handfuls of candy,
Stuffing it in sacks they always keep handy.
The creatures then, vanish as quickly as they came,
To torment others with their silly game.
Midnight comes, the “witching hour,”
The sweets are sorted, ready to devour.
In a short time, the candy has vanished,
Into stomachs totally famished.
Soon the creatures begin to moan,
All that sugar making them groan.
Slowly they crawl into their beds,
Pulling the blankets over their heads.

Three Little Witches

July 9, 2008 by admin  
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One little, two little, three little witches,
Fly over haystacks, fly over ditches,
Slide down moonbeams without any hitches,
Hey ho Halloween’s here!

Horned owl’s hooting, it’s time to go riding,
Deep in the shadows are black cats hiding,
With gay little goblins, sliding, gliding,
Hey ho Halloween’s here!

Stand on your head with a lopsided wiggle,
Tickle your little black cats till they giggle,
Swish through clouds with a higgedy, piggle,
Hey ho Halloween’s here!

On Halloween

July 9, 2008 by admin  
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Pumpkins on a fence post
With their eyes alight,
Bats and cats and hooty owls,
Witches all in flight,
Ghosts and goblins galloping
What a scary night!

Pumpkin Seed, A

July 9, 2008 by admin  
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Alice Crowell Hoffman

A pumpkin seed’s a little thing,
When it is planted in the spring.
But, oh, the fun that it can bring!

At Halloween it turns into
A pumpkin pie for me and you,
Or jack-o’-lantern that says “Boo!”

Jack –O-Lantern

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The jack –o-lantern chuckled
Then winked his funny eye,
“I would rather be a pumpkin-face
Than be inside a pie!”

Jolly wolly pumpkin face
You’re happy tell us why.
I’d rather be a pumpkin face
And not a pumpkin pie!

Pumpkin Seeds

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One day I found two pumpkin seeds.
I planted one and pulled the weeds.
It sprouted roots and a long green vine.
A pumpkin grew. I called it mine.
My pumpkin was quite round and fat.
I really am quite proud of that.

But there is something I’ll admit
That has me worried just a bit.
I ate the other seed, you see.
Now will it grow inside of me?

What Witches Do

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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.

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