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Show THE GHOST At night when I lie snug in bed With windows all flung wide The little breezes creep within, And play by my bedside. They toss the curtains up and down, And when I ope my eyes I see a filmy, floating ghost, With countless starry eyes, And great long fingers pointing out, And shivery, ghostly groans Tis not the wind, that voice so wierd That whispers, Wheres my'bones And then I pull the covers up And cover up my head The next thing that I know, the ghost Is sitting on my bed I fell those bony fingers touch The quilt in horrid stealth! If that Thing would go away Ugh Id give up half my wealth The moments drag, my heart goes thump I wish the Thing would go I dont like lying on a strain, Ill surely burst, I know. My horror is intensified Till I raise up in bed, And give a scream, and look about, And lo the ghost has fled Relieved, I gaze about the room ; Tis morning, very nigh ; The breeze has stopped here comes a breath ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Just see that curtain fly! laugh. That must have been my ghost Oh, what a fool am I! But I know where to place the blame On last nights hot mince pie I ! V. R. 23. ! |
