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T'is Hallowe'en

It's Hallowe'en
It's Hallowe'en
The dead are rising
The children scream
They beg to play at
Trick or treat
Knocking doors
All down the street
It's Uncle Buck's
Special dream
As he fondles
Candy sweets
With Jack o'lanterns
Carved so neat
And a broomstick clenched
Between his knees

It's Hallowe'en
It's Hallowe'en
With witches flying
And demons crying
And black bats
A multiplying
God's good grace
The ghosts defying
This night's no fun
It's terrifying
The pixies stealing
Good girls and boys
All is horror
There are no joys
Mom and dad
Will be destroyed

It's Hallowe'en
It's Hallowe'en
Grow up fast
Or be deceased
This night for you
Will forever last
All good things
Already past
Say goodbye to
All your dreams
Forever now
T'is Hallowe'en