Could it be the wicked witch,
Who stopped a moment to scratch her itch?

Or could it be the ghoolish ghost,
Who you'll find leaning on the lamp post.

Maybe it will be a floppy scarecrow,
Who offers to you, a friendly heigh-ho.

Or, might it be the slick, black bat,
Who’s wearing a fuzzy, purple top hat.

But, it just might be a pudgy troll,
Riding on a bike with a fat, little mole.

Who ever it is you chance to meet,
Enjoy your walk on spooky street.

And, for those you meet along the way,
I hope you never forget to say,