The moon is dark,
The wind is stout,
Ghosts and goblins,
Gently stirring witches brew.
In the distance,
Like I've never heard before!
I go outside to take a peek,
And suddenly my knees go weak.
I turn to look around and find,
Dracula, not far behind.
I start to run, can't feel my feet,
As I collapse upon the street.
I hear laughter all around,
And then I see, a wee small clown.
He looked at me with puzzled eyes,
And I found out to my surprise,
Trick or treater's on my street,
They only wanted,
Not witches, ghosts or scary things,
Just the candy this night brings!,