Season 6 Ditty

A grandpa sits in his rocking chair, his grandchildren at his feet
Story time was something to look forward to, it always was a treat
But tonight was different for some reason
Perhaps because it was the Halloween season
“Author, Author!” the youngest one chanted
And soon his plead to start the story was granted
Grandpa took a deep breath and started his tale
All eyes on him waiting to hear every detail

“Back in the time of the Little House years
People didn’t seem to have as many fears
But I can tell you a story however
That will change your mind forever and ever”

It was back to school time for Annabelle and her friends
All stumbling into the schoolhouse as the summer ends
“It would be a third miracle,” says Annabelle,”If summer was extended
Even for just a few days, it would be so splendid”
Her little brother chimed in, “You just come to school with an angry heart”
“You didn’t want your sweet sixteen summer romance to have to depart”

“Stop it, you little brat!” she said to no avail
“He loves me, he loves me not,” he chided acting out every little detail
Annabelle’s eyes grew wilder and wilder
Then her expression suddenly became milder
She turned to her best friend with great sincerity
And asked her to retell her Halloween dream with clarity
Her friend looked puzzled then caught her eye
“Can your brother be trusted with secrets?” she did reply
That was all it took to get the “little brat” off track
“We’ll all have to make silent promises never to tell and that’s a pact”
They all agreed and the story began to be told
And soon, the tale of whatever happened to the class of 56 began to unfold
It seemed one day all the children were at a picnic near a big family tree
And something was seen moving in the woods that they did unfortunately see
It was big and hairy, unlike any animal they’d seen before
And it frightened all of them down to the core
That night as they sat celebrating the end of summer by the campfire
Howls from woods could be heard, growing higher and higher
Then, out from the woods jumped the werewolf of Walnut Grove
Everyone sprung to their feet as if they had just sat down on a hot stove
They ran and ran until they could run no more
And soon found themselves standing at the preacher’s door
They knocked and knocked to no avail
Then they saw his carefully written letter and began to wail
“The preacher takes a wife this Thursday Night,” said the note
“Come and see us united in Winoka” was all that he wrote
“What should we do now?” one child asked
Maybe the faith healer, Mr. Edwards, should be our next task.”
They all agreed and took off running
Toward the home of a man that most people in town were always shunning
But on their way there, they stumbled upon a second spring and crossed connections
With two groups of children going off in different directions
Some found themselves waiting for the return of Mr. Edwards at his home
The others wandered through the woods not really wanting to roam
One little boy, Thomas King, was shaking so severely
And wasn’t thinking all that clearly
He suddenly said aloud “I hope darkness is my friend
For I really don’t want my life to end”
His words frightened them all as they stood there silently
Not for long, however for a bush behind them began to shake violently
“The King is Dead!” poor Tom declared
They all were so very scared..

Grandpa paused to look at his grandkids expression
He could tell the story had made an impression
He told them it was their turn to finish the story
For he did not want to take all the glory
They begged and the pleaded for him to tell them more
But he just said, “May we make them proud” as his feet rose to the floor
Let’s just say without a closure to this tale
All the children that night went to bed looking sort of pale