I don't mean to boast
But I bet you I could eat a ghost
Give me a fork or a spoon
And I'll eat right up that ghastly goon
Spread it on some buttered toast
Fried with cheese it how I like it the most
Now you know just what I do
Maybe you'll try it, too
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creative, I like it.