On Halloween night, I'll be a spook, scary as can be.
"Who's that spook?" people will ask.
It's just me behind my mask. Boo!
My mother, Lynda, sang this with me every year at Halloween. We would dig out the paper plate pumpkin mask that I created in preschool and recite the poem in a sing-song voice.Annika says, "I'll be a pook, scary as can be." Just exactly like my mom says I always did.
The Fallen Fairy aka Butterbean says, "Boo" to you and yours.
