Down on the lake lives a very unusual little man,

He lives in his little house that sits near the water.

He possesses a strange power and a hobby,

Dolls are his passion as he makes them every

Year for Halloween.

He chooses the faces of those whom live here

And of those whom may pass on through,

he seems friendly enough as he works around

His little house.

Goes into town with a smile and a hello,

He’s not known very well but he likes it that way.

There’s something hidden behind this little man’s

Show of pleasantry,

Evil and black magic is a game for him.

One night a year these little dolls with faces

Of many, live,

they walk the night, these monsters of doom.

They hunt for the one whose face they now

wear, they steal from them,

What is needed for themselves to become

Human.

They will no longer be a doll but not of good,

Each Halloween they become more and more.

Beware the little old man who lives in his

Little house on the lake. Keith Garrett