BOOGIE KNIGHTS

“It is midnight, / and the moonlight’s / shining down upon the moors / while the rascals / in the castle / jangle chains and rattle doors.” This line launches a pitch-perfect Halloween-time poem that begins and ends with seven knights sleeping. A small, bug-eyed prince with a rakishly tilted crown watches agog from behind castle columns as werewolves hustle, zombies bustle, mummies mamba and serpents samba. “Upstairs, unawares,” six of the knights are sleeping. The seventh, aptly named Sir Veillance, awakens first and heads downstairs to join monsters mashing, bogeys bashing and the like. No one expects Sir Prize to show up. (Ha!) The pun-ishment continues: “ ‘It’s getting late,’ tough Sir Loin states. ‘Our honor is at stake.’ ” Knight after knight wakes up to join the giddy dance. By midnight, all seven are cavorting merrily, and even the bug-eyed prince is twirling about with a ghostly princess. Siegel’s tinted charcoal-and-pencil illustrations are charming and fun, and the energetic design is as movin’ and groovin’ as a Madcap Monster Ball should be. (Picture book. 4-8)