It's the night of the spirits
With them moving all around
From witches cackling and screatching
To, mummies making their mournful sound
The moon is at its fullest
And the stars are shining bright
It's not hard to see witches flying by
Then there are werewolves howling all night
Don't forget the ghosts around graveyards
As well as so many haunted houses too
You never know where they'll be
Or, when they'll pop out to say BOO
Yes it's the night of the spirits
Watch out come Halloween night
For you never know what you might see
Or what might give you a fright
Now, don't forget the spiders
Dangling from the ceilings up above
Catching most of their prey
In their web like a glove
On the night of the spirits
Do you think you'll be prepared
Or will you be one of those
That screams when they get scared
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