Carols for Halloween

Carols for
HALLOWEEN
A new tradition to have the trick-or-treaters
earn their rewards (or else) 

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It’s Beginning to Feel Much Like Halloween
Lyrics to It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

It’s beginning to feel much like Halloween
Everywhere you go;
There are ghosts and goblins out there
And skeletons to spare
With the same old bargain we so well know.

It’s beginning to feel much like Halloween
With its chilly breath.
The lawns are all now full of leaves
And the streets with candy thieves
To scare you to death.

A fist of sugary treats
And such unhealthy eats
Is the wish of Batman and Thor;
Gummies full of juice for tummies to abuse
Is the demand of Skeletor;
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait
To get home to their door.

It’s beginning to feel much like Halloween
Once again this fall;
There’s a blowup giant Frankenstein
To greet in pantomime
Everyone going to the shopping mall.

It’s beginning to feel much like Halloween
In your neighborhoods.
In the window there’s a broad grin
To taunt you dare to come in
If you want the goods.

It’s beginning to feel much like Halloween
When you hear a knock.
But the evilest thought to think
Is the kids will crash and sink
In their sugar shock.
It’s Halloween, on the block!

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Hallowed Song
Lyrics to The Wassail Song

Here we come trick-n-treating
Among the homes so dark,
Here we come a-braving
Through the haunted park.
Trick or treat we offer you
And hope you will take your cue
And choose treat, and if you do,
Have a Hallowed Eve,
And we’ll send you blessings as we leave.

We are not common beggars
That beg from door to door,
But we are neighbors’ children
As you’ve never seen before.
Fright and fear come to you,
And perhaps a smile or two,
And we thank you, and hope you
Have a Hallowed Eve,
And we’ll send you blessing as we leave.

Good neighbor and kind stranger,
As you watch your TV,
Please think of us poor children
Who come to you to plea.
Small treats are all we ask,
Fear no tricks behind our mask,
And if you complete this task,
Have a Hallowed Eve,
And we’ll send you blessing as we leave.

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Beware Stingy Jack
Lyrics to Away In A Manger

Away in the graveyard, just dirt for a bed,
That rogue Jack ‘o Lantern laid his pumpkin head.
The moon up above shone down on his grave,
And on this night, a brief new life to him gave.

The wind gusts were howling, as Jack awoke,
And his voice, so long still, cackled with a croak,
“I am free to wander and search through this night,
And see what tricks and mischief I can incite.”

Beware of Stingy Jack if he comes to play.
Close by you in darkness, on you he will prey.
Only on one night of each year he can roam,
But you must never let him into your home.

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The Dead Are Out Walking Tonight

Lyrics to Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

You better watch out
Better stay inside
And try not to shout;
I suggest you hide –
The dead are out walking tonight.

They walk with a list –
It’s love they miss –
Gonna find a stray to hug and kiss.
The dead are out walking tonight.

They know you they are creeping,
They see your looks of fright,
They just want you to remember
They love you this eerie night.

You better watch out
Better stay inside
And try not to shout;
I suggest you hide –
The dead are out walking tonight.

With bony fingers, bony arms too,
Rotten rot rot and graveyard flu
The dead are out walking tonight.
And eyeless heads on top looking for you
Hoping you won’t mind the bits of goo.
The dead are out walking tonight.

When they find girls and boys out,
They are filled with glee.
They hug them and dance about
And say, “Now, you will come with me.”

So! You better watch out
Or try a disguise
And cause them to doubt;
Hide if you are wise –
The dead are out walking tonight.

They know you they were creeping,
They see your looks of fright,
They just want you to remember
They want you this eerie night.

You better watch out
Better stay inside
And try not to shout;
I suggest you hide –
The dead are out walking tonight.

New dinosaur discovery

ELKO, Nevada – Scientists at Nevada State University announced the discovery of a new dinosaur, the remains of which were uncovered in nearby mining operations. Operations were halted and the university’s geologists and biologists were called in when the underground construction of an air shaft unexpectedly broken into a large, open chamber.

Embedded in the floor of the chamber were the fossilized remains of an unknown species, estimated to have been approximately 1.8m tall while standing in its normal bipedal posture. With its raptor-like front limbs, it mostly closely resembles our common image of a tyrannosaur, but in miniature.

But, according to Dr. Edwina Halsey who led the research team, the most intriguing discoveries in the chamber were the numerous marking on the walls. While they are judged to be consistent with scratching that could have been made by this creature’s front claws, as the scientists recorded and catalogued them, they began to suspect they saw patterns and repetitions in the strokes. Consulting linguist Dr. Robert Kurweiler concluded that the inventory of markings represent a lexicon of at least 2,800 distinct words or terms.

The scientific conclusion offered is that the creature is the world’s earliest Thesaurus.

Counting Down to Contentment

Counting Down to Contentment

Although this moment may not be the best
And has more trouble to cast in your path,
There beckons ahead a break and a rest
Where you will flee soon from this daily wrath.

There's only three brushfires confronting you,
Stirred up by others, but now it's your job,
And a dozen to-dos you must still do
Before you can free yourself from the mob.

Or, maybe, what's worse, your list is all done,
And on idle duty, you just watch the clock.
Empty hours sit between you and your fun,
Passing slowly at the pace of a rock.

Awaiting the future is your pastime
As you slog through the present that is now.
That hope to arrive in a better clime
Adds wind pushing forward behind your prow.

To Blog or Not To Blog

To Blog or Not To Blog

To blog or not to blog: that is the question.
Whether 'tis better in silence to stifle
The piques and fancies of fatuous humor,
Or to pound keys to assault the straw men,
And by exposing mock them? To rant: to prate;
Endless; and by some joke to claim to beat
The inane and the thousands impinging pricks
That mind is prone to, 'tis a provocation
Daily to confront. To blog, to write;
To write: perchance to strike: ay, there's the rub:
For in that blog of fun what thoughts may come
Which we have launched into this faceless air,
May make us blush : There's the regret
That makes mockery of someone's beliefs;
For who would surf the net and tons of pages,
The endless popups, the unbacked opinions,
The downloads of unsought junk, the service crashes,
The redirection of links and the wastes
That patience drains from all who venture,
When he himself might his own ideas create
With sharpened wit? Who would insults bear
To dismiss that which offends his life,
But that the joy of revenge so presented,
The discovered fool from whose words
No retreat is sought, invokes the fire
And makes him rather seek those taunts we gave
Than hide from others who challenge him?
Thus courtesy does make cowards of us all;
And thus the false veil of anonymity
Is cloaked o'er the pale cast of my thoughts,
And enterprises of small worth and reward,
With this warning, their acts are done on sly,
And lost the name of author. Hush me now!
The naive audience! Surfer, from thy web searches
Be all my trace-backs concealed.