He skipped as far as he could until he fell, not an ordinary blow, what became ... a pumpkin head boy. Was it witchcraft? a potion? When he awoke, he was dancing a jig , an Irish jig . He walked to everyone's doorstep, down every alley way, stray dogs and cats came from all over confused in wonder. What started as whispering became singing.
If I could not smile anymore
It would be an eye sore
happy Halloween once more
violin scratches and piano taps
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orchestra follows in a dandy.
Forever smiling pumpkin head boy
oh what a joy , what a joy .
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