There's a goblin at my window, A monster by my door. The pumpkin at my table Keeps on smiling more and more. There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom, A witch whose face is green. They used to be my family, Till they dressed for Halloween.
I've added two poems for October, I couldn't decide which to submit!
Pumpkin Poem
One day I found two pumpkin seeds. I planted one and pulled the weeds. It sprouted roots and a big, long vine. A pumpkin grew; I called it mine. The pumpkin was quite round and fat. (I really am quite proud of that.) But there is something I'll admit That has me worried just a bit. I ate the other seed, you see. Now will it grow inside of me?
(I'm so relieved since I have found That pumpkins only grow in the ground!)
Pumpkin Song (tune: I'm a little teapot)
I'm a little pumpkin Orange and round. Here is my stem, There is the ground. When I get all cut up, Don't you shout! Just open me up And scoop me out!
A bald-headed ghost Drank some witches' brew And on top of his head A strange thing grew.
It was pointed and tall And black as a bat With stringy long hair Where his head was flat.
The sad little ghost Didn't want any hair Or a black pointed hat So he said, "Witch beware!" Then he chanted some words With a spell-casting switch And gave Halloween Night A bald-headed witch!!
It's late and we are sleepy, The air is cold and still. Our jack-o-lantern grins at us Upon the windowsill. We're stuffed with cake and candy And we've had a lot of fun, But now it's time to go to bed And dream of all we've done. We'll dream of ghosts and goblins And of witches that we've seen, And we'll dream of trick-or-treating On this happy Halloween.
"October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came- The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band." - George Cooper, October's Party
Bubble, blubber, squirm and gloop, Boiling broth of bat's tail soup. Wobble, slobber, liquid goo, Add the sole of one old shoe. Spooky shadows dance around, Of frogs and rats and snarling hounds. Steam swirls rising to the roof, Add one small ear and one old tooth. Gnarly, scratchy, tickle and itch, Stir round and round to make it rich. Mushy, sticky, sizzle and stew, They're making mischief just for you
Three little friends went down the dark street. Whom do you think they happened to meet? A scowling witch and a big black cat, a spooky ghost-- now just think of that! So they ran right home without trick or treat, 'cause it's scary sometimes on a Halloween street!
Five little pumpkins were sitting on a gate. The first one said, "It's getting mighty late." The second one said, "There are witches in the air." The third one said, "I really don't care." The fourth one said, "Let's run, run, run." The fifth one said, "It's Halloween fun!" "Whooo" went the wind, and out went the light, And the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight.
A bald-headed ghost Drank some witches' brew And on top of his head A strange thing grew.
It was pointed and tall And black as a bat With stringy long hair Where his head was flat.
The sad little ghost Didn't want any hair Or a black pointed hat So he said, "Witch beware!" Then he chanted some words With a spell-casting switch And gave Halloween Night A bald-headed witch!!
Jack-o-Lantern Jack-o-lantern, Jack-o-lantern, You are such a funny sight. As you sit there by the window, Looking out into the night. You were once a sturdy pumpkin, growing on a curly vine. Now you are a Jack-o-lantern, See your night lights shine.
Advice from Dracula Don't ever dine with Frankenstein; He feasts on flaming turpentine. He chomps and chews on soles of shoes, and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze. At suppertime he'll slurp some slime. He's known to gnaw on gristly grime. His meals of mud and crispy crud will curl your hair and chill your blood. His poison, pungent, putrid snacks may cause you seizures and attacks. Your hair may turn completely white. You may pass out or scream in fright. Your skin will crawl. Your throat will burn. Your eyes will bulge. Your guts will churn. Your teeth will clench. Your knees will shake. Your hands will sweat. Your brain will bake. You'll cringe and cry. You'll moan and whine. You'll feel a chill run down your spine. You'll lose your lunch. You'll lose your head. So come... and dine with ME instead. --Kenn Nesbitt
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round, Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate, The first one says"Oh my it's getting late". (put hands by head like sleeping) The second one said "there are witchs in the air" (move arm like flying through the air) The third one said "but we don't care". (shrug shoulders) The fourth one said "let's run and run and run" (pretend like you run) The fifth one says "I'm ready for some fun". (jump up-excited) Boo hoo went the wind and out went the lights and the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight. (roll arms)
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'Tis a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you through and through With a strange and speechless fear. 'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside When folk should be asleep, And many and many's the time I've cried To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the land and the deep: "Whom do you want, O lonely night, That you wail the long hours through?" And the night would say in its ghostly way: "Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
My mother told me long ago (When I was a little tad) That when the night went wailing so, Somebody had been bad; And then, when I was snug in bed, Whither I had been sent, With the blankets pulled up round my head, I'd think of what my mother'd said, And wonder what boy she meant! And "Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask Of the wind that hoarsely blew; And the voice would say in its meaningful way: "Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
That this was true I must allow-- You'll not believe it, though! Yes, though I'm quite a model now, I was not always so. And if you doubt what things I say, Suppose you make the test; Suppose, when you've been bad some day And up to bed are sent away From mother and the rest-- Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?" And then you'll hear what's true; For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone: "Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
Five Little Pumpkins:
ReplyDeleteFive little pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The first one said, "Oh, my, it's getting late."
The second one said, "There are witches in the air."
The third one said, "But I don't care."
The fourth one said, "Let's run and run and run."
The fifth one said, "I'm ready for some fun!"
Whoooo went the wind and out went the lights,
And the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!"
(Just plain fun during the fall for your Kindergarten class)
posted by Krista Canfield
Spooks
ReplyDelete- by Sandra Liatsos
There's a goblin at my window,
A monster by my door.
The pumpkin at my table
Keeps on smiling more and more.
There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom,
A witch whose face is green.
They used to be my family,
Till they dressed for Halloween.
Haunted House
ReplyDelete- by Jack Prelutsky
There's a house upon the hilltop
We will not go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.
Tonight they have their party,
All the lights are burning bright,
But oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.
The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
They sing their songs to Halloween.
"Come join the fun," they shout.
But we do not want to go there
So we run with all our might
And oh we will not go inside
The haunted house tonight.
Trick or Treat
ReplyDeleteWitches, ghosts, and goblins.
Stealing down the street,
Knock on every door way,
Trick or treat!
When your door is opened,
This is what you meet,
Scary creatures shouting,
Trick or treat!
There's a Witch Outside My Window
ReplyDeleteThere's a witch outside my window
and she will not go away.
There's a gremlin on my doorstep
and I think he's there to stay.
There's a troll demanding candy
and a mummy wanting sweets.
There's a ghost, a ghoul, a goblin
and they're clamoring for treats.
And as if that weren't enough
to be considered rather shocking.
A vampire rang my doorbell
and the bogeyman is knocking.
My abode is now surrounded
by the recently deceased,
They're in search of gum and chocolate
on which they plan to feast.
It's the strangest situtation
that I think I've ever seen.
How I wish they'd go away
and just come back on Halloween.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Halloween Pumpkin Pals
ReplyDeleteA happy little fellow
sat on my fence one night
His smile was full and wide-
A most amazing site!
He said to me, "I'm yours for keeps.
I hope you'll like me fine.
I've watched you now for weeks and weeks
while growing on my vine.
Just put me in your window
when the right time rolls around
I promise that I'll glow for you
And I'll never make a sound.
I'll be your friend forever
We'll be happy as can be
For I'm your jack-o-lantern
And you're just right for me!
I've added two poems for October, I couldn't decide which to submit!
ReplyDeletePumpkin Poem
One day I found two pumpkin seeds.
I planted one and pulled the weeds.
It sprouted roots and a big, long vine.
A pumpkin grew; I called it mine.
The pumpkin was quite round and fat.
(I really am quite proud of that.)
But there is something I'll admit
That has me worried just a bit.
I ate the other seed, you see.
Now will it grow inside of me?
(I'm so relieved since I have found
That pumpkins only grow in the ground!)
Pumpkin Song (tune: I'm a little teapot)
I'm a little pumpkin
Orange and round.
Here is my stem,
There is the ground.
When I get all cut up,
Don't you shout!
Just open me up
And scoop me out!
HALLOWEEN MAGIC
ReplyDeleteA bald-headed ghost
Drank some witches' brew
And on top of his head
A strange thing grew.
It was pointed and tall
And black as a bat
With stringy long hair
Where his head was flat.
The sad little ghost
Didn't want any hair
Or a black pointed hat
So he said, "Witch beware!"
Then he chanted some words
With a spell-casting switch
And gave Halloween Night
A bald-headed witch!!
Happy Halloween
ReplyDeleteIt's late and we are sleepy,
The air is cold and still.
Our jack-o-lantern grins at us
Upon the windowsill.
We're stuffed with cake and candy
And we've had a lot of fun,
But now it's time to go to bed
And dream of all we've done.
We'll dream of ghosts and goblins
And of witches that we've seen,
And we'll dream of trick-or-treating
On this happy Halloween.
"October gave a party;
ReplyDeleteThe leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band."
- George Cooper, October's Party
IT'S HALLOWEEN
ReplyDeleteIt's Halloween! It's Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen
On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.
In masks and gowns
we haunt the street
And knock on doors
for trick or treat.
Tonight we are
the king and queen,
For oh tonight
it's Halloween!
~Jack Prelutsky~
"Witches Stew"
ReplyDeleteAuthor: Gareth Lancaster
Bubble, blubber, squirm and gloop,
Boiling broth of bat's tail soup.
Wobble, slobber, liquid goo,
Add the sole of one old shoe.
Spooky shadows dance around,
Of frogs and rats and snarling hounds.
Steam swirls rising to the roof,
Add one small ear and one old tooth.
Gnarly, scratchy, tickle and itch,
Stir round and round to make it rich.
Mushy, sticky, sizzle and stew,
They're making mischief just for you
MeredithC
ReplyDeletePoem is by Joan Walsh Anglund
Three little friends
went down the dark street.
Whom do you think
they happened to meet?
A scowling witch
and a big black cat,
a spooky ghost--
now just think of that!
So they ran right home
without trick or treat,
'cause it's scary sometimes
on a Halloween street!
Tamika M.
ReplyDeleteTo The Tune: If Your Happy And You Know It
If you're a ghost and you know it just say boo, ("Boo")
If you're a ghost and you know it just say boo, ("Boo!")
If you're a ghost and you know it
and you really want to show it
If you're a ghost and you know it
just say Boo!
If you're a cat and you know it say meow
If you're a skeleten and you know it shake your bones
If you're a bat and you know it flap your wings
If you're a vampire and you know it show your fangs
If you're a werewolf and you know it give a howl
If you're a mummy and you know it give a groan
If you're a witch and you know it give a shriek
. . . . . . Let kids think of more if they're not tired of it.
Five Little Pumpkins
ReplyDeleteFive little pumpkins were sitting on a gate.
The first one said, "It's getting mighty late."
The second one said, "There are witches in the air."
The third one said, "I really don't care."
The fourth one said, "Let's run, run, run."
The fifth one said, "It's Halloween fun!"
"Whooo" went the wind, and out went the light,
And the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight.
HALLOWEEN MAGIC
ReplyDeleteA bald-headed ghost
Drank some witches' brew
And on top of his head
A strange thing grew.
It was pointed and tall
And black as a bat
With stringy long hair
Where his head was flat.
The sad little ghost
Didn't want any hair
Or a black pointed hat
So he said, "Witch beware!"
Then he chanted some words
With a spell-casting switch
And gave Halloween Night
A bald-headed witch!!
Halloween
ReplyDeleteBy Joel Benton
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,-
In the wan moon's silver ray
Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Fond of cellar, barn,or stack,
True unto the almanac,
They present to credulous eyes
Strange hobgoblin mysteries.
Cabbage-stomps-straws wet with dew-
Apple-skins, and chestnuts too,
And a mirror for some lass,
Show what wonders come to pass.
Doors they move, and gates they hide,
Mischiefs that on moon-beams ride
Are their deeds, and, by their spells,
Love records its oracles.
Don't we all, of long ago,
By the ruddy fireplace glow,
In the kitchen and the hall,
Those queer, coofllke pranks recall?
Eery shadows were they then-
But to-night they come again;
Were we once more but sixteen,
Precious would be Halloween.
Pumpkin, Pumpkin Song
ReplyDelete(sung to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star)
Pumpkin pumpkin on the ground
How'd you get so big and round
Planted as a seed so small
Now you are a great big ball
Pumpkin pumpkin on the ground
How'd you get so big and round
Jack-o-Lantern
ReplyDeleteJack-o-lantern, Jack-o-lantern,
You are such a funny sight.
As you sit there by the window,
Looking out into the night.
You were once a sturdy pumpkin,
growing on a curly vine.
Now you are a Jack-o-lantern,
See your night lights shine.
Author Unknown
ReplyDelete"Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow."
Advice from Dracula
ReplyDeleteDon't ever dine with Frankenstein;
He feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes,
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At suppertime he'll slurp some slime.
He's known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Your hair may turn completely white.
You may pass out or scream in fright.
Your skin will crawl.
Your throat will burn.
Your eyes will bulge.
Your guts will churn.
Your teeth will clench.
Your knees will shake.
Your hands will sweat.
Your brain will bake.
You'll cringe and cry.
You'll moan and whine.
You'll feel a chill
run down your spine.
You'll lose your lunch.
You'll lose your head.
So come...
and dine with ME instead.
--Kenn Nesbitt
The Owl
ReplyDeleteby Alfred, Lord Tennyson
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round,
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
When merry milkmaids click the latch,
And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
Twice or thrice his roundelay,
Twice or thrice his roundelay;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
Five little pumpkins
ReplyDeleteFive little pumpkins sitting on a gate,
The first one says"Oh my it's getting late".
(put hands by head like sleeping)
The second one said "there are witchs in the air"
(move arm like flying through the air)
The third one said "but we don't care".
(shrug shoulders)
The fourth one said "let's run and run and run"
(pretend like you run)
The fifth one says "I'm ready for some fun".
(jump up-excited)
Boo hoo went the wind and out went the lights and the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight.
(roll arms)
The Night Wind
ReplyDeleteby Eugene Field
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
'Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folk should be asleep,
And many and many's the time I've cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the land and the deep:
"Whom do you want, O lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?"
And the night would say in its ghostly way:
"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
My mother told me long ago
(When I was a little tad)
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I'd think of what my mother'd said,
And wonder what boy she meant!
And "Who's been bad to-day?"
I'd ask Of the wind that hoarsely blew;
And the voice would say in its meaningful way:
"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"
That this was true I must allow--
You'll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;
Suppose, when you've been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest--
Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"
And then you'll hear what's true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
"Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!"