The Lovely Chimney Ghost
Deep inside the Old Green Woods
By the ancient pine
Stands a solitary house
its structure built so fine
With clay and straw and stone
‘T was built by hands long gone
Withstood the test of time
This house so small and strong
‘T is said back in the day,
children went to play
But now the sun has set
‘T is the playground of the dead
From the chimney every night
She rises up like smoke
Her face so pale, her dress so white
Quite the fright she does evoke!
Yet I do not fear or dread
That lady in the sky
Whom under moon and stars
Through the night does fly
For when my time is through
The Earth no more my host
I wish I too become
A lovely chimney ghost
