When October falls.
Strange things start to call.
Everything is out of balance.
And wicked and evil things stand tall.
Start to hear the rawr wind.
it just stopped whisteling.
Look into the jack-o-laterns.
and the look into the candlelit eyes.
this time it might not be a surprise.
it's all hallow's eve.
and everything is everyone's pet-peve.
all things are crawling around.
and no someone's just drowned.
it's all strange.
and horrible offerings re-arrange.
then twelve o' clock am struck.
you're at your couch in fear.
closing the windows.
and gettin' under your pillows.
then the doorbell rings...
and it's those horrible trick-o-treaters
 
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