There's a ghost in my room,
He's shaking my bed,
He's getting so much attention
He must have a big head.
I need to rest,
But I can't sleep;
I've tried everything,
Even counting sheep.
The ghost is pounding and shrieking
And carrying on;
I'm bound to go crazy
Before too long.
Where the ghost came from,
I haven't a clue;
He could be from Mars
Or from Boo-ston,too.
If he wants to be friends,
He better follow the rules;
Stop that racket, ghost,
I've got to get to school!
by
Joel Bjorling