Ghosts On Parade

The drums are banging
And cymbals are clanging;
The ghosts are on parade.
All up and down
The streets of town;
The ghosts are on parade.

The trumpets are blowing,
The noise is growing;
The ghosts are on parade.
All dressed in white
Such a funny sight;
The ghosts are on parade.

The dogs are howling
And cats are prowling;
While ghosts are on parade.
The pumpkins glow,
As excitement grows;
The ghosts are on parade

Sounds of running feet,
Cries of ‘Trick or Treat’ –
And ghosts are on parade.
What sights are seen
When it’s Halloween –
And ghosts are on parade.

© October 2007 Fay Herridge

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