We are three little ghosts We can disappear in a big puff of smoke We can have some harmless fun We make you scared and run

The fallen angel Shattered white feathered wings The remains pierce her like sharp bloody thorns

The train is never lost On the travelling purple candy floss Speeding steadfastly past Holding its mirror image in its own grasp

Coca-cola river flows Under the red and cream iron bridge At Hebden Bridge A real superior unique vintage So wonderfully hip

The pumpkins came alive I just wanted a quiet life They all stood up tall The pumpkin heads rebelled

As reality flies further away Apparently our ozone layer tears away Yet, the rich can catch a spaceship any day To play for 5 minutes

The big ginger cat Could smell a delicious rat He tried with all his might No matter how much he tried He could not reach the family of rats

As the leaves fall gently off, the withered trees I ungraciously sneeze As I feel the cool, autumn breeze The atmosphere is darkly spooky

Can you tell me? When did humanity take a back seat Who decided to play history on repeat? As we all take an unwanted front seat

It’s that time of year again As I sit in my cold, leafy field I’ve been really well fed We almost touch Apparently, humans like us very

Sometimes, it is hard to see Our world is distorted Our actions thwarted A smooth road Now full of unreal potholes

The upside down city Is the place to be be Is where the Yarra River flows Anti-clockwise down the silver plug hole

Take a slice of sweet pink punk cake This girl is definitely, no fluffy cupcake She is a fashionable young Goth So please, don’t scoff

Witches flying on old broomsticks Very quick Talking magic cauldrons Frightening ghoulish ghosts Who scares us all the most?

As we lay a simple brick The walls of life surround us quick Becoming thick

We are the Sisters of the Magical Ministry We are wonderfully powerful Our amazing spells and potions Of the most mystical elevation

A mirror image Is a wonderful moving picture Playing like a reel of unique film Capturing the many images of life

As I look through poetry Through the looking glass As the spirals of my present and past clash The big city spirals in the present

As the cute little rabbit flew Bat wings suddenly grew Flapping hard in the Halloween spooky sky RabBat was definitely born to fly

Under the beautiful bridge Is where the shining crescent moon lives A brilliant radiance it gives Capturing the rippling river