The Autumn Jig

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We're dancing a jig until the season is spent!

Submitted: October 10, 2017

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Who’s that dancing beneath the moon?

Making it cry and the spirits fly?

Or perhaps it’s sweat?  It’s a safe bet.

With the jig they do, it could bleed the moon

Of a few drops that will go kerplunk!

Into a cauldron black filled with witch’s brew.

 

Knock it back with one big swig

And you’ll be up all night doing the autumn jig!

Join the wicked witches and the ghoulish ghosts

Tonight’s a night where they jive and toast

To a wonderful season and a bountiful harvest

When the farmers are spent because they’re working their hardest.

 

So let the spirits fly!  Let the pumpkins swing!

Let the moon shine bright!  Let the season do its thing!

This is a time when everything dies

But we’re too busy dancing, so nobody cries

‘Cause there’s no time for sadness; ain’t no time to lament

We’re dancing a jig until the season is spent!


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