They make a right on Dreary Lane.
And then turn left at Ghoul, remain
On that road all through the night;
As moonbeams guide them to the sight
In the forest, black as pitch,
Where a two track called “The Witch”
Will bring them to a haunted home
Where goblins dance and mummy’s roam
With skeletons way out in the field
And caldrons steep and vapors yield
Magic spells and eerie charms.
The sign there reads “Halloween Farms.”
Tombstones have been polished right
And ghosts are dressed in sparkling white.
Cats arch their backs and spiders spin
Webs that lure and fold them in.
They get there early, at half past five;
The ones who are still alive,
But if they die before that day,
They’ll go to the party anyway.