Sweet Silk, the witch, with needle and thread
Is sewing together the goblin’s head.
And casting a spell that reaches beneath
A heap of blackened spider teeth.

With a needle, she is a master,
Who can whip thread much faster
Then a local tailor she knows.
Who disappeared while sewing some clothes.

Sweet silk is likely to cascade
Into an occasional escapade
As there is no better time of year
When hints of Halloween are clear.

So tune in today, tomorrow and after
To roar with glee and gales of laughter
As she mocks a ghost and rattles the bones
Of a skeleton named “Homely J, Jones.”

So now you know what’s going to start
Ripping up doldrums and tearing apart
The boredom you knew deep in the night
When sleep was just the day’s end delight.

Shadows will cause ripples of fear.
Spells will be whispered at night in your ear.
And those spider’s teeth under that spell-
Enjoy your day ‘cuz tomorrow, oh well…….