It is the season which is the reason this tale I\'ll tell
Was a night full of fright I remember well
For fun kids did come on the run, looking for candy\'s spell
Skinny and small fat and tall, each in a costume shell
A jack-o-lantern lit, flames did spit, from the dark appeared a tiny child
Alone, with no one grown, timidly held out a crippled hand so mild
Asked where was his mother or brother he just stood quiet and smiled
Then turned his back disappeared into black with his sack of candy piled
The next group was a family troop that knocked on the door
The kids were glad but the mother looked sad, so I asked her what for
She said her youngest had died, then she cried, he had been only four
Of his hand maimed he was ashamed but sweets and Halloween he did adore