Strange are the things that will happen tonight;
Earth will be hushed as though waiting in fright,
Goblins and witches will ride in the air …
Woe be to all if the cupboard is bare!
Bands of marauders with plunder in mind
Neighboring homes will invade as they find
Candy and chewing gum, cookies and nuts …
Heed their commandments without any “buts”!
Masked little faces will come to the door.
Knowledge of voices, of course, we’ll ignore.
Each will be clutching a bag in his fist,
Shouting the warning to all who resist.
Porches we’ll light for the pirates’ attack.
Joy we will see as we put in each sack
Pennies or lollipops, apples or cake.
This is the night for the tummies to ache!
Labor Day