Let's Visit October

Pack your bags, we're going to October.

Don't forget to pack strong libations,

You never know what we'll encounter there.

Imagine all the new situations!

They say we'll see oranges and reds and gold

Sailing through the sky, and in each sunset.

The folks there stay cozy, both young and old.

And every witch there has her own strange pet.

Let's go! I see the train out in the fog.

I hear they serve apples dipped in caramel,

And sweets in the shape of fingers and frogs.

And look, brooms of cinnamon! What a smell.

Once we've made it to October we'll see,

It's where all the cooky spirits run free.