Little ghost donned her silky best, her filmy cobwebbed party dress.
But the cemetery lay still.
“I need a potion to get this gang moving, shaking and grooving.”
Being no cook, her brew looked quite icky.
But skeleton tried it. “I’m thirsty, not picky.”
He swallowed, then rattled his brittle old bones.
“Let’s be-bop and jive among the tombstones.
We’ll show them how it’s done,” he said. “Look alive. We’ll raise the dead!”
One by one, the ghosts arose, twitched their arms and twinkled their toes.
Little ghost cheered. ”What a magical scene. My favorite night. I love Halloween.”