October

"The harvest moon hangs round and high

it dodges clouds high in the sky,

The stars wink down thier love and mirth

The Autumn season is giving birth.

Oh, it must be October

The leaves of red bright gold and brown,

To Mother Earth come tumbling down,

The breezy nights the ghostly sights,

The eeire spooky far off sounds

Are signs that it's October.

The pumpkins yellow, big and round

Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns

It's Halloween - let's celebrate."

- Pearl N. Sorrels