Hallie O'Ween Magic Girl In a pumpkin-bright town, on a crisp autumn scene, Lived a curious girl named Hallie O’Ween. Her hair had a shimmer, her eyes held a glow, But her magic, she’d learn, was more than she’d know! She wished to be a sprite—light-footed and small, To dance in the moonlight and flit through the fall. She’d whisper to mushrooms and talk to the breeze, And twirl with the fireflies under the trees. But one windy eve, as dusk softly fell, She stirred up a spell with a cloverleaf smell. Her broom gave a wiggle, her hat gave a spin— “Oh my!” she gasped, “I’m a witch deep within!” Her fingers made sparkles, her cauldron would bubble, Yet sprite dreams still filled her with fluttery trouble. “I want to spread joy, not fright or a scare— A witch can be kind, can’t she?”—“Yes, fair and square!” Then came a rumble from deep in the glen, The Goblins were marching—again and again! They snatched up the pumpkins, the pies, and the corn, And cackled, “The harvest is ours to adorn!” Hallie cried, “No more! We’ll drive them away! But how?” she thought hard—till dawn’s first ray. Then up she stood with a grin full of gleam, “I’ve got it! We’ll frighten them out of their scheme!” She painted her face with a ghastly green hue, And stitched a disguise from an old tablecloth too. She made paper bats and pumpkins with grins, Then knocked on each door with a sparkle of pins. “Dress up tonight! As ghosts, ghouls, and sprites— We’ll spook those Goblins clear out of sight!” The townsfolk agreed, they gathered in teams, With costumes and laughter and wild moonbeams! When twilight arrived, the Goblins crept near, But stumbled in fright when they saw what was here! A host of strange creatures with howls and delight— They tumbled and scattered deep into the night! The crops were all safe, the feast was restored, The village rejoiced with cheer they adored. “Hallie O’Ween,” they sang, “you’ve saved the day! With costumes and courage and clever display!” And ever since then, each year they convene, To honor that girl named Hallie O’Ween. On the night of the harvest, both spooky and bright, They dress up in masks in the cool autumn light. They dance with magic, they laugh and they play, They chase off bad dreams in the old-fashioned way. And so, from her bravery, shining and keen— The world calls this day Halloween! 🎃✨