A sudden sharp breeze rustles the leaves!
A piercing shrill sound, O me!
I hear a black cat's growl, O my!
Now Look! Look! I see witches fly!
O lord! Light catches a pumpkin's gleam!
Soon little children, it will be Halloween
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A sudden sharp breeze rustles the leaves! A piercing shrill sound, O me! I hear a black cat's growl, O my! Now Look! Look! I see witches fly! O lord! Light catches a pumpkin's gleam! Soon little children, it will be Halloween Author notes
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