On Halloween in our small town
There was a special street.
The children would all travel there
To do their trick-or-treat.

This street had many houses,
And they all were in a row,
With ghosts and goblins in the trees;
Their eyes an eerie glow.

Now, at the corner of this street
There was a scary beast,
And little kids all thought that he
Was eight feet tall, at least.

And with that beast there was an elf
Who leaned upon a cane.
The mask he wore had dimpled cheeks;
His green elf hat was plain.

And by the elf there was a sign
That all the children read.
To venture down this street you have
To pay a toll it said.

A piece of candy was the toll;
Not much to pay at all.
Each child would pay the toll and then
On each house they would call.

A boy whose legs were bent and lame
Lived in this neighborhood,
And he could not go trick-or-treating,
Though he wished he could.

So when the other kids were done,
They thought that they would share
Their candy with their cripple friend.
They had a lot to spare.

When they arrived at his front door,
His mother let them in,
And when they went up to his room,
He met them with a grin.

And they could not believe their eyes,
For lying on his bed
Were two big bags of candy,
And an elf's hat on his head.