Ghosts

Ghost of white are ghosts that walk
Listen, listen to them talk.
Beautiful queen and orphan children
They live here, now come and find them.
Touch the ghost, and he touches you.
You can’t walk and you can’t run,
Play with me, let’s have some fun!
 
Put your hand on the pictures.
Are ghosts coming or the witches?
Witches black and ghost of white,
See the flicker, watch the light!
 
See the children, watch their eyes,
Listen to them, hear their sighs.
Come to them, give them your hand
They like playing in the sand.
 
Dear Rebecca, my dear friend!
All my jokes must have an end.
I won’t bother, I won’t bug you,
But pleeeeease – can I hug you?
 
All good fun comes to an end,
But you can always be my friend.
She loves the story, my Queen Anne
Now one last time give me your hand.
 

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