Welcome, children. Gather round!
You hear that high pitched, cackling sound?

It's just the witch from down the street
looking for tiny children to eat

Or perhaps you see that man in the cowl
And see his sharp fangs protrude from his scowl?

Or perhaps you all noticed the fur on my face
Well, the full moon has risen, giving me lupine grace

Do not fear, though, children, as no harm will come
To those small, costumed younglings with sweets in their gums

For tonight is a night where spirits have leave
So welcome, my friends, into All Hallow's Eve