If you look high in the sky, you will see me in flight
Sisters and warlocks, we criss cross the skies,
searching for the pumpkins that have been gathered for displays
Yes mortal beings, we love what you do,
For years now we have watched as the festivities blossom
we no longer celebrate one night a year… No No my lovelies
by the time all Hallows Eve has arrived
you have been celebrating “our world” for weeks on end
we have been rewarded time and time again
as we watch with delight, your shows that showcase menus
that are deliciously frightful and wonderfully ghoulish
ghosts, goblins, skeletons abound
we feast on pumpkin pies, and desserts that are so devilishly sinful
mortals, elves, witches and healers shriek in pleasure all through the night
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