Halloween Game

Poor Joe. He should have stayed home on that Halloween night.

But out he went in the dark, dark night.

A goblin was watching Joe walk cross the land.

He swooped down beside him, and snatched off his hand. Poor Joe.

(Narrator passes cold stuffed, rubber glove to person next to him. It continues being passed around until it returns.)

He shivered and shook and grew oh so cold

He fell when he ran ‘cause he lost all his toes.

Poor Joe.

(Narrator passes 10 small pieces of peeled carrots of different sizes.)

A black cat crossed his path, giving Joe such a scare.

He threw back his head and off came his hair.

Poor Joe!

(Narrator passes a wig.)

Hobbling along, one hand on a cane,

Joe tried hard to think, but – oops! – no more brain.

Poor Joe!

(Narrator passes cold, cooked spaghetti.)

Oh no, I can’t think, but at least I cant hear,

If witches or goblins should now reappear.

So Joe kept on going – laden with fear,

But he shook as he walked, and off fell his ear.

Poor Joe!

(Narrator passes dried apricot.)

And there in the distance his house he could spy,

But just for a second…for out popped his eyes!

Poor Joe!

(Narrator passes two peeled, green grapes.)

He yelled and he screamed, and he screamed and he yelled,

Hoping that someone would be there to tell.

So he took a deep breath, his patience was wrung,

But no sound was uttered for out fell his tongue!

Poor Joe!

(Narrator passes a piece of liver.)

Ah, what a shame! What a pity! What a fright!

That Joe ventured out on that Halloween night.

He lay there alone…nothing left, not a part.

And all you could hear was the beat of his heart.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

(Narrator turns off flashlight and softly repeats the work “THUMP” several times.)