I'm a very tricky spirit, but I know just what I want
And when I want it tricky,
I mosey down to your haunt.
Smoke in mirrors and wooden nickles,
I'll make them work for me
It's okay my honey-pumpkin,
Cause you're my favorite halloween
And as bout our Christmas, a limerick I will tell,
"There once was a pumpkin from Long Island,
Who said, I'm tired of being stuck on this vine, man.
So I plucked him off, and we took off, and he's no longer
A squash-fruit dryin'."