Hearts going pit—a—pat, hair rising ’neath your hat,
Oh, aren’t you glad at the call of the witches’ cat
At old Hallowe’en?
(Quicker.)
Wait a little, children dear,
Wait and hear! Wait and hear!
You’ve forgotten something near,
Something you shall hear.
(Slower, with earnestness, marks signs in the air.)
Magic tokens then appear,