All Hallows returns—its tenth magic year,
Moochie calls out, and the crowds all appear.
A wonderland glowing, with no tricks in sight,
Just autumn’s embrace in the soft candlelight.
With apples to bob and haystacks to rest,
This Fall-time retreat is truly the best.
Down Mausoleum Road, or Boo Boulevard too,
Adventure awaits with a warm Witch’s Brew.
The trails will guide you where cider flows free,
And potato snacks sizzle by iron wrought sea.
Step off the path—what secrets you’ll find!
Old wagons and trucks left to time intertwined.
Not only the campfires, the s’mores, or the song—
Moochie has houses where you can belong.
But oh, when the night drapes her velvet so near,
The pumpkins all shimmer, the magic is clear.
The colors of fall in a perfect parade,
With corners for couples where memories are made.
The patch winds along in a spellbinding dance,
Romance in the air, and a photo’s best chance.
So wrap up, step in, let Moochie delight,
For All Hallows glimmers most brightly at night.
