In a house up on the hill,
I met a ghost who was not well,
With thumping headache, roaring shouts,
Disprol it should sort it out.
With a rattle of chains and a banging of doors,
The ghost was so angry that was for sure,
Flying through windows, appearing through floors,
Booing and shooing giving out roars.
I’ll help you I said with a chuckle and laugh,
Why said the ghost somebody’s here,
If you don’t go away i’ll fill you with fear,
Up through the ceiling out of the roof,
The silly old ghost thought he was a spook.
A tablet I gave him and from that day on,
The ghost on the hill in the house he was gone,
But next time his head Hurts. I’m sure he’ll be back,
For the packet of tablets I left by the tape.