Beware of the dark
beware of the night
and things that go bump
and give you a fright
Those sneaky witches
with their black cats and brooms
brewing potions in their caldrons
for you to consume
There's ghosts and there's ghouls
fiendish laughs and howling
don't turn your back
something's sure to be prowling
©PoetryBySanS
2002
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