In the garden where the shadows play, old Mr. Grim has much to say.
He tells of things that tickle and tease, like giggling ghosts and dancing cheese.
Would you like to float? It's quite the breeze, or maybe you're more keen on singing trees?
Join the opossum, the merry little one, beneath the moon, we play 'til done.
Funeral balloons we let fly high, chase them up, past the curious sky!
Peek-a-boo in the cupboard, what do you see?
Not a mouse or a cookie, but perhaps a decree.
Wit’s end, a jester, laughing loud and free, spins tales of wonder, and oddities glee.
Click below, if you're feeling bold, to find the secrets that the shadows hold:
Mystic Lanterns | Secret Treasures