In a malevolent chilling dance

The wind, it leapt and tore

Through the broken greying rows

It pushed on the old tomb door.

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The skeletons inside, they cheered

For freedom they did want

They dreamed of stretching their thin bones

And of the souls that they would haunt

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An iron mouse, it raised its head

A shiver went down its spine

But Dummy who was dressed as a ghost

Said “Oh Pal, it’ll be just fine!”

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He went to the pumpkin patch with the mouse

And shrieked a ghostly “Boo!”

The skeletons, they looked aghast

And stuttered “W-who are you?”

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“I am a wicked scary ghost!”

“I’ve come to steal your bones!’

“Oh no! We need them!” they all sobbed

With great big racking moans

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They ran to the safety of their tomb

Locking the door, crying “You are mean!”

To the iron mouse, Dummy bowed

And said “Happy Halloween!”

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2014