‘Twas the night before Halloween, when all through the crypt Not a creature was stirring, not even a witch. Their broomsticks were hung on the headstones with care, In hopes that the full moon soon would rise there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of trick or treating danced in their heads. And mama in her witch hat and I dressed as a spider , Hand just settled down for a cup of hot mulled cide r. When out in the shrubs there arouse such a clatter, I sprang from my Lazy-Boy to see what was the matte r. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon cast its light on the graveyard below The broomsticks were gone, Where did they go? When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But witches on broomsticks flying high and clear. Followed by ghosts and goblins so spooky and slick, I knew in a moment it must be a Halloween trick. More rapid than eagles in batches they came, And whistled, and shouted, and called out their nam e! Now Wanda, now Harriet, now Buffy and Glenda, On Sabrina, on Helen, on Elvia and Lynda. To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all! Out for a practice run before their big night, The witches were flying in the bright orange moonli ght. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew With a cauldron of brew, and Witch Wanda too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The sweeping of brooms and the clawing of cats. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Past the window they flew with a bound. WritingRaw 2 They were dressed all in black, from their head to their feet, And their clothes were all tarnished with spiders a nd meat. A bundle of treats they had flung on their back, And they looked like peddlers, with very full packs . They spoke not a word, but went straight to their w ork And filled all their cauldrons then turned with a j erk. And laying their fingers aside the warts on their n ose And giving a nod, up to the rooftops they rose. With cats mounted on brooms, the witches gave a shr ill whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard them exclaim ‘ere they flew out of sigh t “Happy Halloween to all, and to all a good night.”
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