the autumn people have arrived
witches elves and ghosts
they have pointy hats and homemade crowns
and homemade boots and coats
poems are chiseled into trees
there's hidden treasures up and down
riddles written down on leaves
lying on the ground
There they go then disappear
but lurking always somewhere near
there they go, see them fly
off into the midnight sky
the autumn people have arrived
with spell books in their hands
they come from near and far away
from all the ancient lands
How lovely are October days
when autumn folks arrive
they cast a magic spell
and certain spirits come alive
