I heard a creepy ghost And down was he creeping Was it a sound in my head Or the bedroom door creaking It was tall as the tallest tree Playing chase with the wind It could shrink to the size of a flea And all it wants is a friend I heard that ghost Sliding under the door It is in my room Creeping across the floor It is in my school Hovering behind my chair It is behind my friend Combing cold hands through her hair It has changed in to a flea Sitting on a bulb holder Its next stop to sit would be Your big smelly shoulder