Dance around the moon




Spooky, chilled air, ghostly, stark white

Enough of it to give you a fright


Hide by my curtains, the sweets have ran out

Oh no, now I’ve done it, raw egg with a clout


Lanterns and pumpkins, warm faces aglow

Casting long shadows, I’ll peep at the show


Parades of gruesome all shapes and sizes

The one with the zombie. She’ll win the prizes


Laughter and mayhem, jars full of sweets

All kinds of tooth rot, in all kinds of treats


Next knock I’ll show them, my costume to scare

Here they are, quiet sniggers, and fake witches hair




Now they run, pounding hearts, there’s a chill in the air