Over and 'cross through rustled vines
Deeper than the swimming snake will go
My child you ate the other child
And with a smile you do it so
Don't wake just yet for in your dreams
Do sharp candy blooms grow
A pillow placed beneath the table
To catch the bones that fall below.
Last night 'twas witching Hallowe'en
Dearest; an apple russet- brown
I pared, and thrice above my crown
Whirled the long skin; they watched in keen;
I flung it far; they laughed and cried me shame
Dearest, there lay the letter of your name!