Although I did not write this-and it is the wrong holiday-it is a childhood favorite of mine that my grandkids now enjoy-I cannot recall the author-we were “made” to memorize it in 5th grade.
The moon is round as a jack’o’lantern
The trees grow black and bare,
As we go walking with spooky giggles
Through the chill, ghostly air.
Who’s shadow is that on the haunted ground?
Who’s hiding behind that tree?
Oh, down the tree comes my bad, black kitten
And the shadow is only me!