His name was Ike (or so they say)
and Ike was never mean…

 

 

…except on one night of the year
the night of Halloween.

 

 

He had no vice for common things
like women, smokes, or brandy

For deep inside his simple mind
Ike was a fiend for candy.

 

 
Now Ike was forty-eight years old

       but looked no more than ten

 
And every year on Halloween

       he’d dress up and pretend…

 

 
…to be a trick-or-treating youth
with pillow case in hand
 
 

 
 
He’d go along from door to door
and bellow his demand:
 
 
“I’m here for candy!” Ike would yell
“I’m here for chock-o-lit!”
 
 
 
 
And then he’d grab the entire bowl
and swallow every bit!
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ike was a truly awful man
the things that he would do!
 
 
He stole young Staci’s lollipop
and she was only two!
 
 
 
 
He’d go to houses more than once
by changing his disguise…
 
 
 
…Ike filled that pillow case with candy
gathered through his lies!
 
 
 
 
…But every now and then
someone would anger little Ike
 
 
 
By handing out walnuts or carrots,
things he did not like!
 
 
 
His face grew red, his nostrils flared
he’d grow so hopping mad
 
 
“Who would want these horrid things?!
They taste not good, but bad!!”
 
 
He’d throw the carrots at the house…
 
 
 
 
…and stomp the walnuts flat…
 
 
 
 
…and then he’d grab a garden hose
and spray the family cat!
 
 
 
 
To watch him do the things he did
was quite an awful sight
 
 
But Old Man Benny had a plan
to stop Ike for the night
 
 
 
 
“That one called Ike is not a boy
he’s just a little man”
 
 
 
 
“And on this night of Halloween
I’ll stop his little plan.”
 
 
Old Benny stood upon his porch
and held a candy dish
 
 
When Ike approached Old Benny said,
“Here’s candy, if you wish.”
 
 
 
 
“But you can’t leave until you’ve eaten
each and every sweet.”
 
 
“Go on,” said Benny to lil’ Ike
“Dig in.  Bon apetit.”
 
 
 
 
 
Ike reached and grabbed and ate
and reached and grabbed and ate some more…
 
 
…but Benny used a special dish
from Jackson’s Magic Store.
 
 
 
 
There was no bottom to the bowl
it was a deep abyss
 
 
And Ike began to recognize
that something was amiss
 
 
 
“You tricked me!” Ike said to the man
“But I cannot be beaten!”
 
 
“I will not stop until it’s done
and every bite is eaten!”
 
 
 
 
“Please stop!” cried Benny, “That’s enough!”
“You’ve eaten quite a load!”
 
 
“And if you eat just one more bite,
I fear you may explode!”
 
 
 
 
But Ike, he did not care at all,
He grabbed a chocolate mint…
 
 
 
 
He brought it to his open mouth…
 
 
 

 

…and then inside it went…

 

Some say Ike exploded
after eating all those treats…

 
 
 
 
…while others say he fell inside
that magic bowl of sweets…
 
 
 
 
No one knows what happened
on that final, fateful night
 
 
And no one knows where Ike has gone
since taking one last bite…
 
 
 
 
No one has seen him trick-or-treat
or dress up like a fake
 
 
And most assume that even now…
 
 
 
 
…Ike has a tummy ache.
 
Happy Halloween.
 
(also, cheers)