Goodbye

Good bye good bye It's the end of
the night.

No more scares, no more frights.

No more candy bars no more treats...

No more walking down the streets.

No more costumes or disguises..

No more ghouls and no more surprises.

A orange man name mister jack,

shining light on you candy bag.

No more orange, time to hang the

wreath, at the end of your night

you'll brush your teeth.