THE LITTLE MAN
As i was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there;
He wasn't there again today.
I wish,I wish he'd stay away.
THREE GHOSTESSES
Three ghostesses,
sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses.
Greasing their fistesses,
up to their wristesses,
Oh, what beastesses,
To make such feastesses.
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