Late at night on Hallowe’en,
Sometimes thrown upon a screen.
Sometimes from wires suspended high,
You’ll see the Puppets passing by,
Perhaps you’ll hear a wooden sigh.
The Witch and Jack-o’-Lantern, too,
A wooden speech will make for you,
They’ll dance as any Puppets do.
The Cat and Brownie, too, are here,
’Tis Hallowe’en, the hour draws near,