He drifts into town like a soul with no home
to a spot by the side of the road,
and he sort of fits in where he’s chosen to sit –
after chasing away an old toad,
and taking his place in a pumpkin display
as his own temporary abode.
He turns up each year just before Halloween
neatly dressed up in dark grey,
he sits with the pumpkins – among other things –
on a flattened-out bundle of hay,
all he needs is a spot he can squat for a while
as he waits for Halloween day.
He sleeps through the day in his new borrowed home
and then goes out to party all night,
he joins in the fun without saying a word
and somehow he fits in just right,
he dances like crazy ’till just before dawn
but he’s back and asleep before light.
The next day at twilight he’s ready to move –
he’s here only for a short stay,
and in spite of the fact that he comes every year
not one single word does he say,
when the holiday’s over he moves on again
he just quietly goes on his way.
It’s said he’s a drifter, with no fixed address
just wanders around without care,
there’s even a rumour, don’t know if it’s true –
he once lived in an old vampire lair,
but he always knows when a party is planned
and you can be sure he’ll be there.
