While flying on your witch’s broom through the darkness of night, may your witching hour be a ghoul’s delight.
Hallow’s Eve comes on just one night, so beware of the many echoes and screams of fright.
Swishing through midnight skies over rooftops above, as you pass by the moon for a fabulous ride through moonlit skies.
Your witches broom is full of magic and flight, hope this year’s ride lights the flames of the Jack-a-lanterns all through the night.
— R. E. Maynard