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This is to be sung to the melody of "Jingle Bells".

On All Hallows’ Eve the ghosts come out to play.

Witches on the fly. We kneel down to pray.

Goblins dance about. The monsters are at large.

From sundown ‘til the sun comes up the spirits are in charge.

    Hallowe’en, Hallowe’en, fiesta of the dead.

    There’s a ghost upon a horse. It doesn’t have a head.

    An open grave barfs up a corpse impaled on a knife.

    If this is what it’s like to die, I want eternal life.


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