Jack-o’-Lantern, trim
your light!
Fairies come and
dance tonight!
Tripping, skipping on
the green!
Merry be our
Hallowe’en!
How we loved this song!
We sang it over and over, up an octave and down an octave and then up an
octave again. Each time we sang the
verse, our excitement mounted, and it was especially fun to sing it at night
when many coincidental things would happen.
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| Caught red-handed on their way to see him! |
That is precisely what I was doing just after twilight when I found these
fellows all rushing off to a party, their finest hats upon their heads. I stopped them in their tracks to ask them
where the party was, but they refused to tell me. I had the advantage, you see. I had a very bright flashlight, and they do
not like such bright lights at all, especially at night. So I persisted in asking them and in shining
the light directly on them.
That might not have been such a good idea. No, not at all. Because I could have sworn I heard the
Jack-o’-lantern song somewhere off in the woods, getting a bit louder and
louder still as the singers came closer and closer. I kept my light very bright and rushed off,
begging their pardon. I forgot how well
the song worked. Merry be our
Hallowe’en, indeed!
