When the leaves change from green to brown,
And the wind blows them to the ground,
And the moon lights up the star filled skies,
That is when, the dead will rise.
When the black crows sing, their creepy death song,
And the bats fly on, even though the nights gone,
And the frost is present at first light,
That's when you should fear the night.
When the sunlight starts to fade away,
And the night becomes longer, then the day,
When the jackals howl at the moon,
This means the dead will walk again soon.
If you want to survive through the night,
Dress yourself up, like one of them might.
Open the door, when they knock thrice,
And fill their bags with something nice.
This will cause them to rest in peace,
Until next year, when they must feast,
But at least for now, they will be gone,
You'll have saved yourself, and your lawn.