Time is at its bleakest hollow When New Year's Day its eve does follow, When skeletons in their graves lie freezing, Specters through their haunts fly wheezing, And wintry winds gust in this season - January is gruesome for this reason. Hoot, rattle and howl! Another month of wintry clime, February takes its time; For it can have an extra day. Valentine loves what lovers say. A ghoul among the gravestones wends. Fat Tuesday at its midnight ends. Hoot, rattle and howl! The March Hare nibbles early green. The magpie finds the world seem lean. Spring Equinox awakes the heather, As it presages better weather. A bunny colored eggs may lay, If early comes the Easter Day. Hoot, rattle and howl! A trusting fool April rings in, The snail a trackrace cannot win. Hoodoo is in Cajun County What Kahuna is aboard the Bounty. You see the swindle at a glance. About the May tree witches dance. Hoot, rattle and howl! There is no weirder month than May, With flowers a-bloom and birdsong gay. When folks with tombs communicate, And sons their mothers celebrate. God Amor's arrow flying true, Is not the only miss to rue. Hoot, rattle and Howl! When summer skies in June are laughing, Elves and bees nectar are quaffing, And Solstice turns the sun around, Creepy things creep in the ground. The wicker man goes up in fire, As good folk dance around the pyre. Hoot, rattle and howl! At dawn, the banner rises streaming, For in July the nation's seeming Independence has been willed. A cracked bell, forever stilled. In graveyards, where their mothers cry, The dead of many battles lie. Hoot, rattle and howl!

In August peaks the summer heat, God's Mother and Diana meet. Pixies through the hedge are slipping, Winds Epona's mane are whipping, As she gallops across the prairie. Astride her back the Queene of Faerie. Hoot, rattle and howl! As late summer in September grows Toward autumn, nature's heartbeat slows. Fall Equinox the nights makes longer. In failing light the shades wax stronger. Harvesters in the fields are singing, Mister Death his scythe is swinging. Hoot, rattle and howl! Beyond the horizon a man went sober To discover a new world in October. Colors a-blazing adorn the trees, While water devils churn the seas. Satan grins, the pumpkin leers, Between the worlds a crack appears. Hoot, rattle and howl! November is when the air is nipping, In afternoon the sun is dipping, When feeble soldiers do a fade, Becoming phantoms on parade. The folks give thanks for their provisions, And still they fail to have these visions. Hoot, rattle and howl! December knows the longest night, Till Solstice turns the sun aright. Santa's Whoa! makes reindeers tarry, His Ho-ho-ho! makes children merry. As fireworks light up the skies, With Auld lang syne the old year dies. Hoot, rattle and howl! But, hark! What beastly racket is drawing nigh? What ghostly cavalcade is riding high, Eerily moaning, and braying and clapping, Raucously whooping, and baying and snapping? What ribald revelry goes on through twelve nights? It is the Wild Hunter and his onerous wights! Hoot, Rattle and howl! Aye! Hoot, rattle and howl!