Who’s that prowling on my porch--
dark and silent, waving a torch?
Must you lurk? Must you linger,
pressing my bell with one knobbly finger?
You again? What do you want?
Kids to frighten? Mansions to haunt?
Beat it, goblin! Now I’m mad.
This Halloween is the worst that I’ve had.
Stuck in my house. No candy to eat.
Dressed up and waiting to go trick-or-treat…
…you’ve wrecked my plan to meet my friend Drew.
What a costume!
I KNEW it was you.