A Memory to a Fallen Star

Oh October, month of greatness, you were grand,
We decorated our house like a Haloween-land.
Lives filled with pumpkins and old bits of twigs,
We even watched a movie where witches wore wigs.

But above The Witches and The Addams' too
We want to remember the only one who
Was able to capture our hearts and our voices
Because of her foul and wicked choices

We remember her, when bad things lurked,
The only month where her song seems to work.

Now here in November we miss you so,
We wish your song wouldn't have to go.
If only, Charlotte Rae, you'd write a Turkey Day Song,
We'd be able to sing it all the month long.

So I ask you, my friend, my darling, my witch,
Please write a song, and this time try to stay on pitch.

--In Memory of Queen Aggie's Stolen School Song--