The clock struck midnight;
You waited too long to leave,
and overstayed your welcome.

You’re now in my yard,
To greet the trick or treaters,
Oh, my little pumpkin.

Rules were laid out,
To go before 12 o’clock,
Or you become my jack-o’-lantern.

Yet you laughed,
Told me to chill,
Now your turn to be still.