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When days grow short and nights get cold
And autumn trees turn red and gold
Move, we may, through sun drenched days
‘Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay
In our hearts we feel the lure
Toward darkness, shivers and things not pure
While ghostly shadows creep slowly by
Spying on witches and brooms that fly
Icy fingers that grab their prey
And do bad things ’til night turns to day
Heed this plea to stay inside
Find covers and blankets and sheets to hide
Slowly this night will fade to day
And fiends and monsters will crawl away
Once a year, on this dank night
We’ll shake and shiver ’til morning light
