A night of shade and a hint of breeze
The kind that makes me shiver and sneeze
There are ghosts in the air, there are cries in the wind
There are creepies and crawlies in beaks of owls and wrens
crunch crunch crackle
Whooo Whooo Whoooooooo
I hear as the owls circle the moon
A group of moths flutter by,
And I’ve got the shivers