Late one night as I was sleeping lightly
I heard someone creeping along so quietly
So quietly that I knew that they were up to no good
They couldn't possibly be from my neighborhood
But thought I, could it possibly be a neighbors child so wee
Trying to trick me, on this all hallows eve
Their movement was so furtive
What, thought I, could be their motive
"Alas", I cried, "Who goes there"?
"'Tis I", croaked a voice so vile
Thought I, "This could not be a sweet little child"
No child, I'm sure, could sound so wild
Gathering my wits about me, I pulled open the door
Tell me child, what brings you to my humble home
And tell me true, are you here all alone
"No, cried the crone" and I am not a sweet child
And if you think I sound wild
Remember all those years ago
When we you and I were just a child
I've been with you wherever you lie
All those times you thought you were imagining things
And saw something out of the corner of your eye
That, dear sis, 'Twas I
Through the years you have offered me treats
Apples, oranges and other sweet meats
None of these things satisfied my sweet tooth
But never the less each Halloween I perched on your roof
And now that we both are older than dirt
It is time for me to tell you, although it may hurt
I vowed long ago that you really must die
'Cause when we were children you ate the last of the
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