How I gave an idling spirit a little something to do.
He doesn’t make much noise and he doesn’t hurt a thing
But he makes my puppies nervous and my birds no longer sing.
I guess he used to live here back before I bought this farm
And as near as I can tell he doesn’t mean a bit of harm.
He sneaks down through the hallway–I can feel a coolish breeze.
He doesn’t seem to walk. He just floats about with ease.
He goes out to the kitchen and he looks out at the yard
And you feel as though his giving up the farm was pretty hard.
He has an awful habit of sitting in my favorite chair.
At suppertime I can’t sit down. I find him sitting there.
It used to be I had an old Tom cat to shoo away
But nowadays it seems I have a ghost who’s come to stay.
There’re certain shows I like to watch when I turn on TV
And there’s only one place where I sit–it’s where I want to be
But there he is all sprawled out just like he owned the place
While I sit in a straight back chair with a scowl upon my face.
Well, here I am once again, I’m stuck for words that rhyme
But I know exactly what it is I’m gonna do this time.
If my new found friend wants me to be a little more inviting
He can pay his way by helping me with a little ghost writing.
thx for that, i enjoyed it a lot 
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