The air is crisp the nights are cool
The sounds of ghosts and hauntings rule
The witches cast their thorny spells
And scratch their noses with gangly nails
Monsters walk the neighborhood streets
Their arms outstretched—their armpits reek!
Black cats scatter and run amuck
When stormy skies and lightening struck
The moanings of the nearby graves
Cry out in anguish to be saved