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Three Little Witches
One little, two little, three little witches,
Fly over haystacks, fly over ditches,
Slide down moon beams without any hitches,
Hey ho Hallowe'en's here!
Horned owl's hooting, it's time to go riding,
Deep in the shadows are black cats hiding,
With gay little goblins, sliding, gliding,
Hey ho Hallowe'en's here!
Stand on your head with a lopsided wiggle,
Tickle your little black cats till they giggle,
Swish through clouids with a higgedy, piggle,
Hey ho Hallowe'en's here!
-Unknown
In the 1920s, Paul S. Crawley opened an ice cream parlor in Shanghai and sold over one million Eskimo Pies in the first year of operation.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement.
~ Christopher Fry
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