Thursday night was not too damp
I had postage but no stamp
Had three hundred paper sheets
Could exchange them for some treats
Walked in Acton door to door
It was fun and not a chore

Met some black cats on the street
Wish I had those quiet feet
When I sneaked in through the gates
And put leaflets in their place
When flyering is a crime...
Jack-o'-lantern feeding time!

Bones, skulls, cobwebs - sometimes fake
Did they make me stay awake?
Not one puny spook or scare
Ever frightened me, that I swear
Only one I can't withstand:
Letterbox that chomps your hand!

With no fellows by my side
I was phantom of curbside
In the darkness, in the hush
I finished my evening rush
Now every gal, every chap
Knows Reduce - Recycle Hub