HARVEST MOON OF THE CRITTERS AND WITCHES

We had wicked lizards and crazed witches, dancing, when the harvest, got mooned,

It's the year end event, when the fall colors,  the forest fairies festooned,

For us critters, here is the thing, 

We dead sleep, until the warm spring,

We will regenerate in our caves, in our holes, and in our wraps, cocooned.

COLLECTING A BOUNTY ON A YETTI

I went to the Michigan Yetti Fair,

All the very famous yettis were there,

I went to that county,

To claim a yetti bounty,

The proceeds would make my debts all go square.

THE RUBBER DUCK FESTIVAL IN BELLAIRE

The festival of the rubber ducks,

It's not for the gobbles or the cluck, clucks,

It's just for quackers,

Down pillow packers,

On the menu, roast quackers, lacking lucks.