Halloween Tree

It's big, it's broad.

It's broad, it's bright.

It fills the sky on All Hallow's night.

The strangest sight you've ever seen.

The monster tree on Halloween.

The leaves have burned to gold and red.

The grass is brown, the old year dead,

But hang the harvest high, Oh see!

The candle constellations on the Halloween tree.

The stars they turn, the candles burn

And mouse-leaves scurry on the cold wind bourne,

And a mob of smiles shine down on thee

From the gourds hung high on the Halloween tree.

The smile of the witch, and the smile of the cat, the smile of the beast, the smile of the Bat, the smile of the Reaper taking his fee

All cut and glimmer on the Halloween tree.