There were two pumpkins sitting there,
And I wanted to stair,
But I was hiding in my house,
Sneaking about like a mouse.
I've been hiding for a while,
Which normally isn't my style.
But when mom mentioned Halloween,
I knew I couldn't be seen.
People are scared of black cats,
And on Halloween it's worse than that.
They chase me about,
"Here kitty kitty!" they shout.
But I know what they want,
An accessory for their haunt.
Not a sweet kitty to hug and kiss,
But a snarling kitty, with a mean hiss.
Well that's not me,
I'm sweet and I'm pretty.
I keep my fur clean and wash it everyday,
And when a fight breaks out, I stay out of the fray.
So no, no, I won't be going out Mr. Pumpkins,
I'm staying in here till this month ends.