The ghost is there,
Lying in wait.
For anyone quiet enough,
To here of his fate.
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I’d like to be a fairy
And dance on swaying leaves
Leaping off the ivy
And collecting petals
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Walking, sniffing,
Who can it be?
Drawing nearer,
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Swishing trees,
Autumn leaves.
Scary branches in the night,
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Walking stealthily,
Meowing steadily
The winter wanderer.
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Cheeky Charlie
Cheeky Charlie went out to play
It was a lovely, sunny day
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