Halloween Songs For Kids
Chill in the air
Crackling and sparks
To and fro
Toasted on sticks
Scurrying of possum
Swatting the flies
All cuddle on benches
And chairs and swings
Popping hot squishy
Straight in our mouths
Roars of laughter
As our lips turn white
This is what campfires
Are all about
On a bright crisp night.
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A little mouse came out to play
So thin so ugly not knowing the way
He always stayed inside and hid
He just wanted to remain a kid
His momma kept telling him he had to stop
Letting bad feelings go over the top
One day she told him he must go
He had to learn he had to show
That he was worthy of taking space
Among the world of the mouse race
She shoved him out the door just now
He found a corner his head did bow
He shivered he shook from the fear within
His confidence dwindling he wanted to go in
Then a long came a mouse who sensed this fear
He came up so close and very near
He asked what is wrong how can I help you
Tell me your story, let’s see what we can do
The little mouse poured out his heart
The other mouse listening not taking a part
He gave him time to say it all
He understood why he was about to fall
The other mouse asked if his story was done
The little mouse said yes my song is sung
The big mouse stands tall and inhales a sigh
He stands very close and wipes the others eye
He says I used to be the same way
Until a friend walked up one day
He explained that we can not be the same
We are born and we play the game
We can not all be nice and fat
There is always going to be a dirty rat
Who tries to tell us we are nothing
When actually we are really something
Be proud of who you are and how you look
Don’t go by any of those crazy mouse books
The truth is known you were made this way
So that you could help others have a better day
I learned this the hard way by getting beat up
I soaked in my pity in the old kitchen cup
I decided right there and then
That I would go out and I would win
Now I am happy with who I am
I walk with my head high and my gut held in
You can do the same my friend
If you will let loose and begin to bend
Accept that you are just as good
As all the mice in the neighborhood
The little mouse looked up at him
And with shyness he gave a little grin
Will you help me along this rocky road
Will you show me how to lift this load
Will you be my friend forever more
Will you help me walk proudly through the door
The big mouse said of course I will
Now let’s get moving let’s not stand still
Together the two different mice did stay
Good friends and are yet still today.
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Softly, never hearing each others breathing or footsteps, they sneaked slowly up the front door of the old home. Each of the three boys moved every so silently to each window of the porch, looking in, looking for a movement, a shadow, something to tell them to turn around and run, but they saw nothing, and they came back together as a small group, and questioned each other as to whether they should venture further by going in.
It was Halloween night, and for weeks they had been planning this venture to go inside of this house, the deserted house, the one that all gossiped about being haunted. They let their parents think they were going trick or treating, but once out their front doors, they hid their costumes in the bushes, and went to meet each other at the front walk of the mysterious house.
Now they were there, with nowhere to run, but back to their homes, and none of them wanting to have to let the other know they were afraid or big cowards. As they stood at the front door, they decided to go to the back of the house. Shadows followed them as they made their way around to the back.
Tree branches scraping against the window panes, cats howling in the back ground, and glowing eyes coming from a raccoon that was making his way to his nest. The winds were gently blowing, and stiff, left over leaves could be heard scratching against each other.
It seemed like miles before they got to the back door. They stood there, no one wanting to make the first move, but the excitement of what was inside was killing them, and so the oldest shakily reached for the door handle of the big glass door. It turned, and opened, and all the boys jumped back. One of them was shaking so badly, I wondered if he had peed his pants, as I stood looking outside my bedroom window, watching to see what these young boys had in mind.
Then the boys giggled softly at each other, realizing they had let a door knob scare them so badly. They each nudged the other, not wanting to be the first to enter, and then without a prompt, something was forcing them to go forth, to come in, to see what mysteries laid behind the doors.
Once in, there was a chill that went through the boys, and they shivered as they pulled their jackets closer to them. Barely giving each other room to step, they bent down and with hands held out and only one small flashlight, they made their way to the next door.
The door squeaked as they entered, and they poked their heads in before letting the rest of their bodies come through. Shadows bounced off the walls, lining picture frames, and artificial flowers dangling from wall vases. Furniture was covered with white sheets, and there was a big, black piano sitting in one corner. The draperies were closed, and the boys wished that they had more flashlights, but as their eyes adjusted better, outlines became more clear.
They walked over to the piano, as none of the boys had one in their homes, and their curiosity begged them to slither that way. When they reached it, one of the boys sat down on the piano stool and in the quietness the piano began to play. Key after key slammed up and down, the boy was so scared he fell over backwards, and shuffling to his feet, he got up and they all raced to the back door where they had entered.
As they got to the back door, the door slammed on them, not letting them out, they raced as fast as they could to another room, and in their they located a winding stair case and they flew up the stairs, not waiting to see what was ahead or behind them. They did not care if they sounded like a herd of cattle as they raced up the thirty stairs.
Their breathing came in gasps, and they were bent over trying to slow the breathing down, when behind the curtains, came a hand that touched the back of one of the kids. He jumped and screamed. The others looked at him and all they could sense was fear. One of the boys stood frozen in his spot and he did urinate on himself. The other two boys grabbed his hands and forced him to move.
The oldest boy was heard crying and when the middle boy shined the flashlight on his face, he did see tears, and then they all looked at each other and said, let’s get out of here!!!! They turned to leave but saw a shadow sliding up the stair banister, so they looked to the left and then to the right, and saw a big wooden door, and they tried the knob and it opened the door. They raced inside of it and slammed the door, and tried to lock it but they did not have a skeleton key on them.
There was another door inside this room and they threw it open, finding a closet, so each of them went inside, softly shutting the door behind them. A shawl with whispery fringes on it, slowly made its way from the top shelf and landed on one of the boys shoulders. He started to cry and said, I am scared, I don’t want to be here anymore. Let’s get out of here, what should we do, I want to go home!
The other boys put their hands over the kids face to shut him up and told him to hush. He obeyed immediately and all breathing slowed down to almost a death breath, as each listened for any sounds in the room.
What seemed like hours, only being minutes, they heard nothing, so they very quietly opened the door a crack, and eyeballs peeked out, flashing right to left, to see if they could see anyone. They didn’t see anything and no sounds were being heard, so they all got on knees and crept their way to the door.
Once out of the door, they flew down the stairs as fast as their legs would carry them, and this time when they went to the door they had first entered, it opened. They wasted no time in exiting the house and leaving the property.
The house next door, that the spy was watching the boys from was laughing, and smoking his pipe. He walked away from his window view, sure that these boys would not be back again this year.
He had gotten wind that he may have some troubles this years with young whipper snappers, and as the caretaker of the property, he had made sure the house came to no harm.
I nearly got killed! It came so close! I fell asleep at the wheel! I hid in the bathroom! I ran to my car and just made it home! My friend was killed but I was lucky! The lightning was so bad! It hit my neighbor’s house, but luckily, it missed mine! An innocent bystander was killed. Bullet was meant for another. Everyone made it out of the house. No one was injured. College student found dead walking home from class. My buddies ended up in the hospital from alcohol poisoning, thank God I wasn’t there. The bullet just missed his spine. He stopped breathing, but then was revived. Every night we hear something on the news that is startling to us. We hear so many remarks about the fears that people face every day. There is one remark that is a common one when someone faces a fear where they may be injured or worse. We prayed. We knelt down and prayed. We grabbed our kids and we prayed. I prayed all the way to the hospital, asking God to save my husband. I prayed our baby would be safe, after choking on a small toy. The plane was rocking, so we held hands and prayed. We go to God when we are scared. We hear people say there is no God, and yet when their life depends on it, they pray to God. What would happen to our jobs, our families, neighbors, military, elderly, abused, handicapped, our finances, our government, our medical professionals, if we all prayed like we were in fear of our lives. What would happen if we chose to not pray only when fear is surrounding us, but every single day, when we get up, in between the day, and as you lie your head down to rest at night? Can you see a different picture?