Gene and the Ghost
Gather round children I’ll
tell you a tale,
Of witches and goblins and cider and ale.
I’ll tell you this story, but
don’t be afraid
Gather your courage and try to be brave.
Once upon a moonless night
When owls were whoo o-o-ing out of sight,
There lived a little boy
named Gene
Who was dressing up for Halloween.
Now you all know on this
special night
You make yourself a frightful sight
And fool your friends and
neighbors too
Guessing which little boy are you!
What Gene wanted to be the
most
Was a scary, s c a r y ghost
His mom wrapped him all in
white
And sent him out into the night
“Now don’t go far, and be
real good,
And mind your manners like you should.
Knock on all the doors of
this long street
And say politely “Trick or Treat”.
Gene saw his friends passing
to and fro,
And knew it was time that he should go
And brave he was, so he
started on
Carrying his pack and humming his song
“S-c-a-r-r-y, scary ghost am
I
Cept I don’t know how to fly
But I’m clever I know what to
do
When kids go by, I’ll say BOO”
Now just then on this same
night
A real ghost stood out of sight
And heard Genes funny little
song
As Gene was walking now
along.
The ghost snuck up behind
Genes back
And on his shoulder gave a tap.
Gene turned around and then
said BOO
The ghost replied and Boo to you.
The ghost looked into Genes
wide eyes
And started to laugh to Genes’ surprise
“Don’t be afraid, I’m a nice
ghost
If you be my friend I’ll be your host
And show you around this
Halloween night
and give you a ride quite far
from this site.”
Gene was afraid, but very
brave too,
“Yes, he said, I’ll come with you”.
So he hopped up on the
friendly ghosts’ tail
And into the night the both of them sailed.
Higher and higher they flew
with such ease,
Gene felt as if he was flying a breeze, but
Just then a big black cloud
did appear,
And a chilling laughter filled the air.
First a black hat, then a
long nose
A straggly smile and raggedy clothes
Twas a witch on a broom,
flying aside
Now this was becoming a most interesting ride.
“I’m a witch, and I’m mean
and I like to scare people.
I live beyond that faraway steeple.”
Gene listened and shuddered
and wished he were home.
He wondered how far away he’d already flown.
The witch gave a laugh and
pointed a finger.
You could definitely see that she wanted to
linger.
“Big black mean witch, where
are you going?
What trick on this night do you plan to be
showing?
Be nice to my friend, he’s a
very brave boy,”
Said the ghost to the witch,
now slightly annoyed.
The witch gave a kick to her
magical broom
And disappeared fast with the sound of a zoom.
Gene and the ghost dropped
down to the ground
And Gene was delighted at what he had found.
A field of pumpkins all
yellow and gold,
Whispering secrets that shouldn’t be told.
“Were plump and were sweet,
and this is no lie,
We want to be picked for some body’s pie”.
“Pumpkin pie is really a
treat,
A Halloween favorite pie to eat.”
Then they all said their good
byes
And Gene and the ghost returned to the sky.
Back to Gene’s street they
flew in a hurry
Landing down quite in a flurry.
“Now I’ve a surprise, a load
full of treats,
Candies and apples and
chocolates and sweets.
Fill up your bag and please
hurry home.
Your mom will wonder where
you have gone.”
Gene took the treats the
friendly ghost shared
When he looked up, the ghost
disappeared
Gene hurried home fast as a missile.
Dancing and singing and trying to whistle.
His smile was wide, his hair
all a muss
He knew his mom would make a big fuss.
“Oh mom, he said, you
wouldn’t believe
What happened to me this Halloween Eve.
A real ghost became my
friend,
And flew me around, just like the wind.
“You silly boy, what tale you
tell,
You ate too much, you don’t feel well.
Now sit down here I’ll make
some tea,
And then to bed immediately.”
And now you see no one
believed,
The friendly ghost on Halloween Eve.
But you and Gene ad I all
know.
It really, truly happened so.
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