Twas Halloween night, when all through the haunted house
Not a spirit is sleeping, not even the one of a mouse;
The zombies were hung in the trees with a scare
In hopes that their King soon would be there;
The ghouls and the ghosts were all moaning in despair,
While visions of their own death were haunting them one more;
With the witches in their hats and I in my mask,
Had just gone out for a fun fall bash;
When out in the street it became such a clatter
Because the vampires had just been biting one another.
Away to my house to flee from the disaster,
Tore open the door and hid in the trash.
The full moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves
With the coyotes a-howling and the forests beneath,
When what to my opening eyes should appear,
“It was all just a dream,” mom said, “dear.”