Gather 'round children and I’ll tell you a tale,
Of goblins and ghosts; of shrieks and wails
It happened on Halloween, as these things do,
For that’s when they come out … yes, you know who!

Our story begins with fun and good times,
Trick or treat antics, games and rhymes
But when the party is over and it’s time to go,
Well, the streets are dark … yes, ever so

Just two costumed figures, a ghost and a witch,
Running towards home, til one gets a stitch
“Wait Tyler wait, I can’t run anymore!
Can we rest just here, beside this door?”

He won’t leave her behind, and so they settle,
To catch their breath and stop wheezing like kettles

Soon they feel better and make ready to leave …
But Wait! What’s that! Do you hear, do you believe!
Scared as they were, they just had to look,
Behind the door … which fell open like a book

 Creeeek went the door to reveal an amazing sight
The room was alive with ghosts in flight,
And witches zoomed by on brooms of straw, why the children’s mouths dropped open with what they saw!

It was a party for sure, the fun was in full swing,
But this was no fancy dress … this was the real thing
For real they were, you could tell at a glance,
So the children decided … this was their chance!

They joined in the fun, hitched rides on brooms,
Swung from chandeliers, played hide-and-seek in tombs
Their cackles top notch, their boos scary too,
Why, not one witch or ghost said “Who are you?”

It was the best night either of them ever could have had,
Their new friends were fun … not one of them bad

So, children or spooks, ghost, witch or cat,
It doesn’t matter which, and this is a fact
On Halloween, fun is what matters the most,
If you don’t believe me, just ask any old ghost!

"There's a mouse in our house,” said old Farmer Fife.

“Well, a cat will fix that,” said his good lady wife.

But the cat clawed and spat at the dog – how fur flew.

Fife yelled “Out!” What a shout, that house trembled, it’s true.

Next a trap it went snap but Mouse, she ran free.

Then a man in a van tried his luck for a fee.

Mouse hid ‘neath a lid till the danger was past.

Hunger gnawed - soon Fife snored - time Mouse broke her long fast.

Out she crept while they slept and feasted her fill.

“It’s a pest not our guest!” Fife vowed, “Catch her I will.”

They tried brooms and loud booms, every potion and powder.

But Mouse she stayed, on she played, and her gnawing grew louder.

‘Twas not food but a brood in her round little tum.

They were born in the morn and the one had become

Nine, no less, and oh yes, Wife and Fife were distraught.

Those lodgers, smart dodgers just wouldn’t be caught.

In a trice those fine mice multiplied to three score

until Fife and his wife could not take any more.

Yes, they fled, out they sped, left their house to the mice

who skittered and tittered and sighed, “This is nice.”

There's a Lion in the living room,
A Leopard on the floor,
A Cheetah in my easy chair,
I hear more at the door!

An Elephant with great big tusks
Is charging up my walk.
A Monkey's on the curtain rod
and overhead... a Hawk.

Six Kangaroos are hopping
In a line from room to room.
Seven Squirrels and a Wallaby,
Around the house they zoom.

A Rhino's in the bathtub
A Hippo's in the sink
A herd of half-trained Muskrats
are raising up a stink.

There are Bats up in the belfry,
Silly Cows who like to moo.
My bed is full of Puppies,
This place is like a Zoo!

Oobly goobly gobbly goo,
Mouse fell in a pot of stew.
Beady eyes round with fright,
Blowing bubbles, what a sight!

Struggling in a mix of brown,
Crying out, his head went down.
Gulp and swallow, yucky taste!
Not a minute more to waste.

He spat out onions, peas and meat
And quickly kicked his tiny feet,
Curled his tail and made wish
So he might flee this deadly dish.

A tingle in his back soon grew,
He sprouted wings and up he flew
Through the brown and sticky mess
In a stewy dinner dress!

He sucked in air and shook about,
And gave his gooey ear a clout.
Out popped a pea and gravy too,
“Now I know what I should do!” 

“I’ll make the most of these new wings,
I’ve never had such speedy things.”
He burped a bubble, and up he went,
Though his tail was slightly bent.

He shouted loud without a care,
“I’m a flying mouse with speed to spare!”
He zoomed along and startled all
Gurgling out his midnight call.

A flying mouse the moon did spy
Dripping brown as he went by.
He splattered everything in sight,
Twirling ‘round with all his might.

The moon and stars he speckled brown,
It’s just as well the Sun was down!
A passing witch let out a groan
“Hey you!  This is a go-slow zone.”

The wish wore out, his wings did splutter,
“I’m in trouble now!” he did utter.
Dropping fast, spinning ‘round,
“Help!” he squeaked, earthward bound.

He made it home and tumbled in,
And slid along the rubbish bin
Then when his wings had disappeared,
He felt sort of strange - really weird!

For where they’d grown, now sprouted fins,
Just in case he slipped back in
And floundered in that dreadful brew,
Oobly goobly gobbly goo!