I'm bouncing off the windows. I'm bouncing off the walls. I'm feeling like my feet are made of bouncing rubber balls. I'm running like I'm crazy. I'm running like I'm mad. I might seem like a lunatic but, boy, I'm feeling glad. I'm jumping like a kangaroo or like a jumping bean. I act this way at least a week right after Halloween.
By Kenn Nesbitt
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