Have you ever walked through a graveyard at night,
Without a candle nor lantern of light,
Stumbling over rocks and roots,
And getting mud on your nice, clean boots?
Looking up at a tree,
Shadows you do see,
Thinking they are ghosts, you do,
Hearing the wind as if to say, BOO!
You turn and run,
You do not have fun,
In a graveyard at night,
Without a candle or a lantern at night.
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