by Chantal Poole
Jack and Jill went up the hill to try and get some candy.
Jack knocked first, but became cursed,
And turned right into a zombie!
That little house on the hill was full of nothing but tricks.
No treats there, but Jill could swear,
That something was surely amiss.
The owner did not want to give his candy to strangers.
He was mean, and he was green,
So his house held many dangers.
With many spells up his sleeve he gave them all to the kids.
Jack and Jill, climbed up that hill,
Unaware that it was forbid.
The haunted house held no one except the ghost of Truman.
With Jack gone, Jill had ‘til dawn,
To make him a human again.
Jill: she was a witch herself and knew how to cast a spell.
In the house, things were aroused,
She knew she had to find a bell.
Their mom had told them stories concerning Truman the ghost.
Bells he used, for spells to smooth,
In case he angered the wrong host.
With her magic she found it behind a scary locked door.
Ding Dong Ding, the bell did ring,
Then Jack came out cursed no more.
Jack knocked first, but became cursed,
And turned right into a zombie!
That little house on the hill was full of nothing but tricks.
No treats there, but Jill could swear,
That something was surely amiss.
The owner did not want to give his candy to strangers.
He was mean, and he was green,
So his house held many dangers.
With many spells up his sleeve he gave them all to the kids.
Jack and Jill, climbed up that hill,
Unaware that it was forbid.
The haunted house held no one except the ghost of Truman.
With Jack gone, Jill had ‘til dawn,
To make him a human again.
Jill: she was a witch herself and knew how to cast a spell.
In the house, things were aroused,
She knew she had to find a bell.
Their mom had told them stories concerning Truman the ghost.
Bells he used, for spells to smooth,
In case he angered the wrong host.
With her magic she found it behind a scary locked door.
Ding Dong Ding, the bell did ring,
Then Jack came out cursed no more.