The Jamboree - SatWE

The sky was gloomy and dreary

The moon was darkened yet there

The scarecrows stood around really weary

Their job almost done for the year

Their hats were bedraggled and torn

From crows picking at them all day

But how proudly they had been worn

In the summer scaring creatures away

Now there is a nip in the air

How lonely and bleak the night seems

Then suddenly all hell breaks loose

As the Old owl screeches it's scream

Then the wind picked up and is blowing

And strange music is caught on the breeze

For there is the annual Jamboree starting

The scarecrows begin swaying with ease

For down the lane comes the big parade

Led by a mummy in tattered gauze

Just a hole where his mouth should be

His trumpet blew notes without pause

The Witches came next in their big tall hats

Each riding a broom with a signature style

The goblins followed looking quite fierce

And the bats overhead darted with guile

The big pumpkin rolled alone side the parade

With a smile as broad as could be

He tumbled to the music as it was being played

The branches of the gnarled old tree

Were bending and swaying too

Skeletons came alone next making music from

Their bones jangling as they danced saying Boo

The drums were played by the stick figured men

With burned coals in their heads for eyes

They banged with borrowed bones on garbage tins

The sight was quite a surprise

Some one lit a fire from sending sparks to piles of leaves

The stick mens eyes had flames jetting from them

They smiled a crooked grin looking pleased

All gathered around the flames happy to be here again

For this jamboree only happens once in a year

A time for these ghouls to dance and celebrate

Then dawn slowly awakens and the music comes to a stop

All the participants went to meet their fate, no evidence is seen

No doubt about it , none at all , it will happen again, this hop

For these ghosts and goblins all have their day, we call it Halloween