When the banshees wail
And the werewolves howl
And the dead in the churchyard sigh
When the witches scream
And their daemons hiss
When you hear the song of the Lorelei
When the goblins shout
And the boggarts yell
And the shades call out
From the depths of Hell!
When the phantom drummer
Drums his drum
And the midnight wraith
Whispers 'Come... oh, come...'
Then who will go?

...Not I.



This is a poem we used to recite when trick-or-treating - with yells and screams which left us quite hoarse, but rich in the way of sweets and filthy lucre. I don't know who wrote it, but if anyone does, I'd be grateful to know.