Eyes closed,
bam,
It's like October,
a festival of candy

Witches and the hunt for red skies,
the fullest of moons,
gobbling up the goblins prancing by,
oh, as sweet as kissing on a swing

That hat, wide as the world,
feeding our fat porch cat,
we were graced from the depths of lack,
and now smiling seems to be our knack

the trick was the treat, and now there's no going back.