Prayer to the Laundry Goddess
By Wulf Johnson

Oh mighty Laundress, hear the plight of this one,
Help us beat back the Tide of clothes and give us Cheer as is your Biz.
Give unto us All your help and Renew our step with Bounce
that we might Snuggle in thy Downy bosom once more. Amen.

The Spunky - Traditional Scottish

The Spunky he went like a sad little flame. All, all alone.
All out on the zogs and a-down the lane. All, all alone.
A tinker came by that was full of ale.
And into the mud he went head-over-tail. All, all alone.

A crotchety farmer came riding by. All, all alone.
He cursed him low and he cursed him high. All, all alone.
The Spunky he up and led him astray.
The pony were floundered until it were day. All, all alone.

There came an old Granny - she see the small ghost. All, all alone.
"Yew poor liddle soul all a-cold, all a-lost. All, all alone.
I've give 'ee criss-cross to save 'ee hide,
Be off to the church and make merry inside. " All, all alone.

The Spunky he laughed, "Here, I'll galley no more! " All, all alone.
And off he did wiver and in at the door. All, all alone.
The souls they did sing for to end his pain.
There's no little Spunky a-down the lane. All, all alone.

Halloween is Here
by T. Neilsen

Halloween is here and Night approaches,
Bat wings, newt and Yummy cockroaches.
The cauldron is lit, the brew will soon boil,
One last ingredient some grave-yard soil.

Kids hear my warning you've got to beware,
There's more than just costumes to give you a scare.
Hear this command and Take some advice,
There's people out there who Aren't very nice.

No candy from strangers is still the best rule,
You've heard it for years from Mom, Dad and school.
So gather your friends and Stay in a pack,
Leave treats in your bag until you get back!

It needs to be looked at and Found to be Safe,
Before You partake in feeding your face.
The cauldron is boiling my spell is now done,
Be safe this year and have lots of FUN!

The Moon
by Eliza Lee Follen

Oh, look at the moon! She is shining up there;
Oh Mother, she looks like a lamp in the air.
Last week she was smaller, and shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger and round as an O.
Pretty moon, pretty moon, how you shine on the door,
And make it all bright on my nursery floor.
You shine on my playthings, and show me their place,
And I love to look up at your pretty bright face.
And there is a star close by you, and maybe
that small twinkling star is your little baby.

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