A GHOST STORY
Lee and Norm were two small boys,
as brave as brave could be.
They fought all bullies on the block.
They climbed the tallest tree.
One evening in the dark of night,
‘bout two or half-past three,
they were awakened from their sleep
by sounds like hee, hee, hee.
It was a wild-like kind of laugh
that seemed to mean them harm.
Lee tiptoed softly from his bed
showing no alarm.
‘'Norm, take a stick I’ll take this broom,
and if a ghost it be, we’ll find it out,
and then we’ll stop that awful hee, hee, hee!
And even if it’s not a ghost, but just a burglar man
we’ll wake up dad, call the police, and stop him, if we can.”
So armed with courage, weapons too,
A terrible sound. They ran right up to see.
It was that same old awful sound.
The sound was hee, hee, hee!
With all the courage that they had,
they opened wide the door, and there it stood.
That noisy thing would scare them nevermore.
The thing stood there and looked at them.
It stood next to a tree.
It looked right in their eyes, and then,
it bleated hee, hee, hee.
The cutest, cuddliest little goat
you’d ever want to see.
The boys just rolled right on the ground.
They laughed until they cried.
They wiped the laughter from their eyes,
and then they went inside.
Those two tired boys climbed into bed.
A clock chimed loud and clear.
The ghost was really just a goat.
There was no more to fear.
