There was an old saint of October
Who invited Halloween over,
For thirty long days
He heaped highest praise
Trying to win Halloween for October.

But Halloween is not easily won,
It demands a frightening hunt,
So that saint donned a mask
With horn, tusk and a task
To capture that holiday haunt.

He trapped Halloween in a pumpkin
And every year since then someone
Must cut it out
With a curdling shout,
Carving a grumpy, grim or glum grin.