The night was purple.
The moon was yellow.

It hurled its frown down,
Upon a depressed lonesome fellow.

Crickets were creaking.
All lights were dim.

Everybody were sleeping,
But Jack, no, not him.

Dead leaves were falling.
Creeping creatures were crawling.

Witches and bats
Were swarming on sky.

A goblin, a ghoul, and a ghost
Passed by.

Jack sat on a basket,
That looked like a casket.

Just outside the farmer's doorway,
With dead cornstalks and a bail of hay.

Jack hurt so bad.
He felt so sad.

Enough was enough.
Jack got finally mad.

I've seen all the spooks,
That I care to see.

Oh, how I miss
My family.

I want to go home,
regroup with my batch.

I want to go back
to the pumpkin patch.

The darkness was eerie.
The weather was cold.

But Jack bounced down the steps,
And away he rolled.

His candle went out,
But jack didn't care.

I'll bounce through the darkness,
Until I am there.

When Jack got home,
All he could hear was Zs.

"Hey, it's me everybody.
Will you wake up please?"

Jack's folks were all tucked,
In their cozy beds.

Dreaming of Jack,
In their pumpkin heads.

Vision was poor.
The darkness was black.

But they all cried together...

"Yaaaaaa!!!

"JACK IS BACK.!"