Who’s in the graveyard, so late in the night?
Who’s in the dark and might give you a fright?
Who’s hovering and floating? There’s nothing to fear.
Oh don’t be afraid now. It’s a ghostie, my dear.
Who practises moaning for Halloween night?
Who rattles their chains but keeps out of sight?
Who loves scaring children at this time of year?
You must know the answer: It’s a ghostie, my dear.
Who’s in the kitchen and creeping about?
Who’s opening cupboards? Shall I give him a shout?
Who’s rifling Mum’s fridge for a nice glass of beer?
Oh, stop all that shaking! It’s a ghostie, my dear.
Who’s on the stairs now - I heard a small creak -
And who’s coming nearer? Oh, please do not shriek!
Who’s in your bedroom? No, no, do not scream,
For it’s nobody, darling. It’s only a dream.
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