Here I sit on Hallowed’s Eve looking beyond the glass.
My hips are sore, my eyesight’s poor, I’ve flattened out my ass.
But here I’ll stay to watch the way the children seeking treats
Are startled when they look at me, all bones, no skin, no meat.
My stance is still, I do not move for fear they’ll run away.
It’s fun to see them laugh and scream, jump and run and play.
Soon I’ll dress in Santa’s hat complete with big white beard,
With skinny cat and bony rat, I’ll ring in the New Year.