From the Druids came forth All Hallows Eve,
Children run around with masks to deceive.
One night a year you can play another,
So many escorted by their mother.
Jack-o-lantern faces alight the way,
and haunted houses simulate foul play.
Demons, and faeries and mad ghoulish things,
Those of good run around with shiny wings.
Pitch forks, and tails and tiny pointed teeth,
Princesses, and knights who carry a sheath.
The roads are filled with laughter and delight,
teens pulling pranks giving old folks a fright.
If you so desire a tasty sweet,
then all you have to say is Trick-or-Treat!