The Creatures are on Parade by Shelby M. Forrest When darkness falls, then you can see A creature hiding behind each tree, Goblins, ghosts and ghouls are seen. Because, of course, it's Halloween Then clickety, clickety, clickety clack, Sound like a freight train on a track. These creaking sounds from bones are made By skinny skeletons on parade. Some Leprechauns and tricky Trolls Are running around a big flagpole. Witches on brooms and a scary geek Are playing a game of hide-and-seek. They make you quiver, they make you shake. It's not a time to be awake. You think that everything they do Is planned for coming after you But with the daylight comes the dawn And all the creatures will be gone. You can relax, but never fear They'll all be back again next year.
Copyright 2000 © Shelby Forrest
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