One bewitching night
When the moon was green

Six witches joined hands

On a wicked Halloween

 

Their long fingers crooked

Hair straggly and unkept

Black hats, pointy noses

Under the witching tree they crept

 

The moons shadow cast

An eerie green glow.

Their shrill cackles silenced,

By the call of a crow.

 

Caw!  Caw!  Caw!  The crow shrieked

Circling the pot as it flew

Spilling over the brim

Six witches stirred their strange brew

 

“Hocus, pocus!” They chanted.

“And slimy snail tails!

One, two, three, four

And five zombie finger nails!”

 

That black pot of spells sizzled.

It moaned and it hissed.

Soaring from the pot

Swirled a strange spooky mist.

 

The bewitching mist spread.

From the pot it did rise.

Swirling and whirling

Into the green, moonlit skies.

A spell had been cast.

A deed had been done.

Six witches danced in delight,

For their spell had begun.

 

The mist full of spells

Took off on a breeze.

It blew from the west,

Over land over seas.

 

Flashing through the night

Red, yellow and blue,

Speeding on its way

To Kalamazoo.

 

To the north and south,

Creeping along on its path.

Covering the planet

In an unstoppable wrath.

 

Alas, the mist flickered.

Its bright colors burned out.

For the spell was complete,

Beyond six witches doubt.

 

The spell worked its magic.

The mist spread its charm.

The witches weren’t evil.

They did not cause harm.

 

The mist that they made

From the strange spooky brew,

Was spell made for love,

That was long overdue.

 

For the world and its people

Awoke the next day,

To a world that was changed,

In the most bewitching way.

 

If you listen very closely

When the moon is green

You can hear the witch’s cackle,

“HAPPY HALOWEEN!”