The strange and terrible magic of an old sheet thrown over your head, to cut out eyeholes in a threadbare cloth stolen from your bed, to visit your neighbors as a specter in the night and beg of them candy standing under their porchlight…
A magic's there and no mistake
to in the night perambulate
and past twelve strokes to stay awake
some poor, old ghoul to imitate
in a disguise your hand did make.
Trick or Treat I must repeat
from door to door, each door I score
The candy's heavy in the bag.
Now homeward with my swag.
Tale Told 