T'is the time of year when things do go bump in the night
a time when witches come back to life ready to snatch a child
to boil up in their evil cauldron that walks and even can talk
oh the vile stories it could tell of potions made from their flesh

A time when the dead rise up and for a few hours rule the world
Stay inside if you wish to be safe, don't venture out if you are wise
pumpkins with evil grins spring to life searching for the unwary
giant blood sucking bats fly through the thick air on silent wings

Cap all this with wicked wizards and spotted poisonous toads
scarecrows gleefully join in the mayhem of this most foul of nights
don't venture out if you care for your soul for it will be snatched
and will leave you rotting in an eternal Halloween for all your days