and the children are sleeping,
The Last Trick-or-Treaters
are quietly creeping.
On Hallowe’en Night
you hear their cries,
with masks and knives
as their disguise.
One knock, two knocks,
three knocks, four.
Don’t let them inside,
don’t open your door.
and the children are sleeping,
The Last Trick-or-Treaters
are quietly creeping.
On Hallowe’en Night
you hear their cries,
with masks and knives
as their disguise.
One knock, two knocks,
three knocks, four.
Don’t let them inside,
don’t open your door.