It’s late autumn and turning cool. The time is right for ghosts and ghoul. A little chick with feathers white is scared to be out late that night. She sits with pumpkins orange and bright to scrounge up all her mighty might. And when she wants to “trick or treat”she’ll stand upon her little feet. She’ll flap her wings and cock her tail. Her courage high, She’ll cluck and wail. The witches, goblins, ghosts and night; they will no longer give her fright.
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