Pitter-patter go little feet
Rushing eagerly down the street
Here a witch, there a ghost
Costumed children from coast to coast
With happy hearts they rush to your door
And although you haven’t seen them before
You hand out candy, and laugh out loud
At this silly, funny little crowd
The hatless cowboy with boots too big
The fairy princess who’s loosing her wig
A round orange pumpkin, cheery and bright
A glowing new bride, all dressed in white
“Trick or Treat!” they cry, opening their arms wide
They stand on tiptoe, peering inside
You drop in their goodies; they’re off like a flash
With a mumbled “Thank You”, to the next house they dash
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