From open graves the spirits roam,
this one night of the year,
To wander up and down the streets,
and in our hearts strike fear.

They scratch upon the window pane,
and pound upon the door,
With wailing voices screaming out,
for entry they implore.

And peering out from back of drape,
the terror of the eve,
Seen scurrying across my lawn,
these spirits as they grieve.

Responding to their horrible cries,
the door I open wide,
And standing there amid their shrieks,
my terror try to hide.

I open up my mouth to speak,
"have mercy" I repeat,
And to my pleas they all respond,
in loud screams, "trick or treat."