2 small round eyes,
Under a white cloth,
It has rags, patches,
And eats by a moth.
That makes it cute,
That makes it scary,
That makes it real,
But it ain't contrary.
The cloth is soft,
Soft comforter as silk,
It's so bright and white,
Whiter than milk.
Under the cloth,
You see nothing but a bean,
Maybe it was a trick... (Or was it?)
Well... Happy Halloween! (I don't think so... muahaha!)
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