"The harvest moon hangs round and high
It dodges clouds high in the sky,
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn season is giving birth
Oh, it must be October.
The leaves of red bright gold and brown
To Mother Earth come tumbling down,
The breezy nights the ghostly sights,
The eerie spooky far off sounds
Are signs that its October.
The pumpkins yellow, big and round
Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns
Its Halloween - lets celebrate.
Pearl N. Sorrels.