It’s too early to yell Halloween.
|You wander around, Halloween on your mind,
‘cause the season is so anticipated.
October comes quick, only one day to go,
before long trick-or-treaters will be elated.
Don’t get ahead of all your pent-up joy;
there is no fool of April to employ…
Don’t yell, “Halloween!” this morning,
don’t mention the trick-or-treat.
Don’t cry, “Halloween!” this evening,
the month is young, it’s just beginning
now and all the spirits are asleep.
You drive through the streets and you notice the yards,
with the goblins and ghouls and the pumpkins.
It’s that haunted time, though a little bit soon,
but the spirit enthralls and is eager.
I saw the halloween stuff in the store;
even in August, who could ask for more…
Don’t hoot, "Halloween!" this morning,
don’t startle the demons sleeping.
Don’t howl, "Halloween!" this evening,
the witches have not had the time to brew
and eye of newt remains so scarce.
It’s haunted house time as the days grow dark,
with the scariest walk for the youngsters.
The parents tag along for want of a thrill
as the quaint jack-‘o-lanterns are waiting.
Another month to go—over four weeks;
I know it’s early but the spirit speaks…
Don’t wail, "Halloween!" this morning,
don’t rain on the candy corn.
Don’t yell, "Halloween!" this evening,
there’s plenty time (I know it will go quick)
and when it comes we will shout, “At last!”
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