There are ghosts fast come approaching
I saw them ducking through the dark.
Their eyes were hollow still and frightening
The look on their face was grey and stark.

I heard a voice croaking and wheezing
As blood dripped from a severed head.
Whilst the body I saw kneeling
But I wasn’t sure if it was dead!

The ghosts gathered by the bells that were ringing.
Curses were uttered to the cloud-covered sky.
A cauldron was lit and three ghosts started stirring,
But then the moon burst through and exposed the lie.

The milk was in the cupboard.
The toaster was in the hall.
The butter was in the garden shed
And as for the bread—I couldn’t recall.

I’d had an old person’s moment
When things go up the spout.
I think I should stay at home today
As I’ll get lost if I go out..... Boom, Boom

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