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I have a ghost for a pet,
Although I haven’t seen him yet.
I know he’s there, I feel his stare,
And feel his cold breath in my hair.
Can you hear him give a knock?
Did you see him throw that rock?
What is that sound, you may well ask it,
Why it’s my pet, out of his casket.
He may cause some trouble,
When he turns my house to rubble,
But from my pet, I won’t be freed,
Because this one I don’t have to feed.
Now, don’t be scared, or a little sick,
Just watch out for his latest trick.
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He’s not so nice, this pet of mine,
And sometimes he’s quite infantine.
I hear him moan out in the hall,
And throw things against the wall.
He even made my auntie fall,
“Down the stairs!” I heard her call.
No, he isn’t very nice, my pet,
But still, I haven’t seen him yet.
If you see him, let me know,
Oh, you say you have to go?
I really do understand,
Sometimes he does get out of hand.
I’m really sorry he dumped that sand,
I hope he didn’t ruin your purse,
But now you comprehend my curse.
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It’s not my fault,
I told him, “Halt!”
But he doesn’t listen well,
Even when I yell and yell.
Pardon my ghost, he means no harm,
He already bought the farm.
Not for him, the spirit plane,
So he seeks to be my bane.
But he doesn’t know me yet,
My silly little ghostly pet.
I want him here, I really do,
But that is just my point of view.
If he stays, he’ll do his share,
There are folks I wish he’d scare.
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So when you visit, if you dare,
Take some caution, take some care,
And always, always please beware,
Of my naughty, little, ghostly pet,
The one I haven’t seen quite yet.
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