Robin Goodfellow's Pranks on Hallowe-en
When little boys on Hallowe'en are up to some sly trick,
I hearken to their whispered plans and silently and quick,
A mischief laughing to myself, right after them I hop
And scare them 'most to death by changing to a cop.
And next I am the Goblin's screech-owl, shrieking awful loud,
Ar rise right up before their eyes, a ghost with long white shroud;
When brimstone blazes from my eyes they see a big black cat,
And home at last I chase them, a witch with peaked hat.
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