At cross-roads don’t linger, lad or lass,
’Tis there the Hallowe’en fairies pass.
[They give a little drill in imitation of a torch-light procession, using electric torches or electric candles. Recite as they march.]
First Boy:
Heigho, for the fairies on Hallowe’en,
They scamper away across the green.
All:
They’re looking for me, they’re looking for you,
Oh scamper away whatever you do!
Second Boy: