Bubble; Bubble;
Toil and Trouble,
With a little pinch
They’ll see double.

 Tonight is the night
Spells are created,
Bubble; Bubble
The witches are elated. The witches grab their brooms
And fly across the moon,
Black cats with green eyes
Fly as passengers through
The gloomy skies. Sprinkling their spells
Over graveyards they fly,
To bring their old friends
Up for a night of moaning cries. Up; Up they come; goblins,
ghoules, werewolves and trolls,
To walk the earth and gain control. Ti’s the night of Hallow’s Eve
which the living fear and dread,
Howls and moans pierce the night;
Ti’s the night for the walking dead.

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