Sly does it, Tiptoe catspaws. Slide and creep.
But why? What for? How? Who? When!
Where did it all begin?
'You don't know, do you?'
asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud
climbing out under a pile of leaves under
the Halloween Tree.
'You don't REALLY know!'
The stars they turn, the candles burn
And the mouse-leaves scurry on the
cold wind borne,
And a mob of smiles shine down on thee
From the gourds hung high on the Halloween Tree.
Where did it all begin?
'You don't know, do you?'
asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud
climbing out under a pile of leaves under
the Halloween Tree.
'You don't REALLY know!'
The stars they turn, the candles burn
And the mouse-leaves scurry on the
cold wind borne,
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...
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...
© 1972 Ray Bradbury