Halloween Ghosts

Halloween Ghost We’re the Hallowe’en Ghosts, Much like lamp posts; We make curious hosts, We’re the Hallowe’en Ghosts. Hush, hush, hush! Oh! who will sing a ghostly song? Ghostly hours to us belong. We ought to act in a ghostly way. The Harvest Moon makes it bright as day. We try to speak in a ghostly voice. On Hallowe’en we have no choice. The time is late, the hours advance. We soon will give a ghostly dance! To learn to be ghosts in any season. Is difficult, do you know the reason? We might learn to groan and also moan! Who’s next to speak? Why not learn to shriek? I’m the ghost of a song, forgotten long, I hum as I join this silent throng; A ghost, of course, should properly grieve, When he has lost “Sweet Genevieve.” I’m the ghost of the flowers, for hours and hours I’ve watered them with my tears, like showers; What if the ghostly flowers should be seen Here, late tonight on Hallowe’en? I’m the ghost of a dream, strange it may seem, I ride up and down on a pale moonbeam; The witch with her cat, neither lean nor fat, Side by side on a broomstick sat! I’m the ghost of the leaves, my spirit grieves, As my fancy a picture about them weaves; They dance and they play in merry October, The life of the leaves can never be over! I’m the ghost of a story book you know, Left a whole year out under the snow. He left the book in some secret nook, Tell us, has it a spooky look? I can neither retreat nor advance, I tell you I’m the ghost of a dance; I’m educated, but I regret, I can’t remember the minuet. I’m the ghost of the cat, who for long hours sat, Warm by the hearth, on a bright red mat. Meow—Meow—Meow.