Before the sleep I’ll rest,
A gourd will sing with my might.
Pumpkin pie in hand,
And moonlight’s warm.
The wind will howl and howl,
For ghosts and spirits will come.
Candles burn bright,
A world of wonder to see.
Sighing, I’ll rest,
But still there’s me,
In a pot of sweat,
And a ghostly grin.
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