Pumpkin spice
and everything nice
spooky, scary-
you won't be ordinary
chills and thrills
these will have you up the wall
with everyone's tales told so tall
and when it gets dark
spooky-scaries will make their mark
down the trail and without fail
every scare and every fear
you'll lose your air with every sneer
This is Halloween
everyone causing a scene
and you just might
die from a fright.

The End

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