Toil and trouble
It’s trickery we bubble
As we boil and chant and sway
With eyeballs and newts
And cobwebs and fruits
We welcome the Special Day
We gather together
To discuss the weather
And who should become a frog
We plan and we plot
To come up with a spot
To appear on this very blog
We use magic and spells
And shriek lots of Hells Bells!
Mixed in with some cackling laughter
But only to prove
That we’re in the groove
And we all have the mighty Hex Factor.
More nonsense, I’m afraid. It’ll soon be over… not long now until November!
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