Down by the river,
Catfishin’ with chicken liver--
Caught a shoe with a holey sole,
A bicycle tire with a big ol’ hole,
A rusty pail, a baseball cap,
One red glove, a soggy map.
Reeled in an overdue library book,
A pork rind and a grappling hook,
A broken chair, an apple core,
A skateboard and a dresser drawer,
A coffee can, a diving mask,
A crumpled kite, a silver flask,
A microwave, a frying pan,
The kitchen sink, a ceiling fan,
A newspaper, a chandelier,
A whole six-pack of cold root beer,
A mustache comb, two candlesticks,
A picture frame, a bag of bricks,
A lunch box and banana peel,
A cowboy hat, a steering wheel,
A lawn mower, a license plate,
A ball of string, a roller skate.
There’s lots I’m catchin’, but fish I ain’t.
Perhaps it’s time to change my bait.
Jackie-o is Happy-o
Except on Halloween,
When other children tease him
And treat him cruel and mean.
They smash him
They bash him
They blow his candle out.
They point their fingers at his face,
They laugh and scream and shout.
They stuff their wrappers in his ears,
And roll him down the street.
That’s why he’s always hiding
When you go trick or treat.
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