When the ghost comes,
We jump and run.
He floats in the air,
all the people stare.

In the night,
I was full of fright.
The ghost jumps,
I get goosebumps.

From corner to corner, he runs about,
Oh Gosh! I want to be a scout!
I was running round and round,
The ghost did not make a sound!

Here comes the funny part,
Where he stumbled on a stirring pot.
He falls asleep in the pot,
Oh my God, such a plot!

He would borrow your hat and your shoe,
Then hide them in places brand new!
He would giggle and zoom in every room,
A person of mischief, it’s true!

He is such a funny ghost,
His favourite food is French toast!
He plays with broomstick, swords and more,
Seeing him do that makes me groan!

He would dance and sing all day long,
Seeing him do that makes me think what is wrong?
He is not a normal ghost, not scary at all,
The truth is he was just playing along.

The ghost, a friendly soul,
Loves to bounce like a bouncy ball,
He plays and runs everywhere,
Just like a bouncy sphere.

He loves to watch a TV show,
And keeps the volume very low,
He thinks it’s a funny game,
To drive people insane!

He is a ghost with a heart of gold,
A happy story to be told.
Not scary, no, not even a peep,
Just helps the house while people sleep!