Beware the trick of treats, my little one,
of sugary ideals, of endless halcyon
as you go forth this hallowed eventide
your begging pleasure bag held open wide
go not oblivious, bewitched into oblivion.
Candy corn spits from a saw-toothed gun
marshmallow ghosts devour a skeleton
behind your mask’s deceit remain clear-eyed:
beware the trick of treats.
This world’s a mixing bowl of bleak and fun
of up and down, of swapping rain and sun
two one-eyed tadpoles circling inside
give a close chase that’s never satisfied
and bitters dwell with sweets, my little one,
beware the trick of treats.
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