On a blistery Halloween Eve
Come witches with their brooms
Little children staring out, hiding in their rooms
In the sharp October air, full of pep and zest,
Comes flying the Wicked Witch of the West

Black shadows of green-eyed cats
Sliding across a rocky path
Pointed witches' hats
A crotchety old hag's wrath

Winged, blind bats zipping thru the wind,
Ring around the moon,
Wolves howling in the late afternoon

I had a black cat named Pepsi
Both eyes as green as a pea
Mysteriously shadowing the moonlight
On an All Hallows Eve star-clustered night