The moon across the velvet sky was creeping, creeping The very shadows seemed to lie sleeping, sleeping When all at once, behind the shed A ghostly shape without a head Jumped and like a phantom fled. Leaping, Leaping. And another one from early childhood: Jack O'Lantern Pumpkin Head he is a fearful sight I should hate to meet him in the middle of the night By day he is a pumpkin; but just you wait 'til night From out of eyes and nose and mouth there shines a yellow light. Judy
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