By Josie Whitehead

We hang around graveyards

   And rattle our chains.

We’re out in all weathers,

    In both snow and rain.


We haunt ancient castles

    In the deep dead of night,

And if you ever should meet us

    We’ll give you a fright.


Oooh, Oooh, Oooh . . . . .

It’s not easy to walk

   Through a hard wooden door

And oh boy how we’ve tried them –

    Our legs are quite sore.


Our noses get flattened

   And our eyes become black,

But once you’re a ghostie

   There’s no going back.


Oooh, Oooh, Oooh . . . . .

The time we like best

    Is the Halloween ball

And then we can scare you,

    Oh yes, one and all.


If you feel something touch you

    Or a hand that is cold

Why it’s bound to be ghosties

     Trying hard to be bold.


Oooh, Oooh, Oooh . . . . . .

So get into your bed now

    And go fast asleep.

The ghosties won’t wake you –

    They only will peep


At your face on the pillow

    And then they must go

For it’s a busy life being

    A ghostie you know.


Oooh, Oooh, Oooh . . . . . . .



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