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The big bright Moon hung high and round, / In a densely darkened sky; / The tall pines swayed, and mocked, and groaned; / The mountains grew so high / That the Man-in-the-Moon came out and said, / "Ho! Spooks, for a merry dance." / The winds blow hard, the caverns roar, / While o'er the earth they prance.
A Witch and a Goblin led the sprites; / Out from the sky they sprung; / And down the milky way they slid, / And over a chasm swung. / The streams around ran witches' broth, / The fumes were strong and rank. / These Elfin creatures all were wroth, / While of the stuff they drank.