The Bethlen Home Messenger, 2000-2001 (1-4. szám)

2001-09-01 / 4. szám

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NIGHT OF ENCHANTMENT

When Autumn creeps up the hillsides On silent frost-shod feet,

Following in its footsteps Is the night when goblins meet.

'Tis on this night Fall weaves a spell Round folks both young and old,

And strange enchantment fills the air As witching hours unfold.

Weird little forms, strangely attired, Dance up and down the street, Leaving behind when they depart, Echoes of "Trick or Treat".

Jack-o-lanterns with pixie smiles Seem to enjoy the fun,

But screeching owls appear to say They'll gladly see it done.

Up in the moon, old Pumpkin Face Emits an eerie light,

And yowling cats arch high their spines, As howling dogs take flight.

Cackling witches take o'er the sky On broomstick aeroplanes,

While bats suspended, wrong side up Watch from weather vanes.

Witches, goblins and spooks galore Choose this night to convene,

And none but brave folk dare go out