Twas the night before Halloween,when all through the house the creatures were stirring,even the mouse; The spirits hung by the chimney with scare, In hopes that the great Punkin will soon be there; The Ghouls were nestled all snuged in there crypt, While visions of fright danced in their heads; When out on the graveyard there arose such a clatter, Crawling out of a fresh dug grave rose The Great Punkin, He was dressed in green vines,from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all covered with dirt and mud, A bundle of candy he had flung on his back, and he looked like a grim reaper,just opening his pack. His eyes-how they glow,his smile was twisted looking, The stump of a bone he held tight in his mouth, He had a Round face and a long thin body, He was a scarey fellow, a right jolly old ghoul, He spoke not a word, and threw candy all around, He sprang to his feet, to his grave he went, and quickly he jumped into the hole in the ground. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he sank out of sight, ‘Happy Halloween to all, and to all a good-fright. USED: Poser and Photoshop Jack Pumpkin and Sack from Daz