On this night of wickedness
Comes merriment and wonderment,
For people tell their children so.
Stories filled with fright and fun
Are told ’round a campfire,
One by one.
So one by one they build upon
The lies which ancestors spun.
Weaved carefully and carelessly
All at the same time.
But lies are never more than that,
The truth has always won.
For on this cherished night of fall
Evil companions scour the walls.
Ghoulish schemes are hatched
And planned by creatures
We have never seen
Outside of dreams.
So hold you children close tonight,
And check their treats for tricks.
For on this night we should be scared
Of the monsters we say don’t exist.
