Spooky was a friendly ghost He wanted to play the very most He always was a special host No haunting he could truly boast He stayed in the attic You knew he was there I was forever looking up With an odd little stare Sometimes, all I could do Was stand and glare He would laugh and giggle To my dispair He wanted me to come up And look around Everytime I did He couldn't be found I would tiptoe up without a sound I could never catch him He was thin air bound On Halloween He tried to fool us all We heard the boo's And things would fall We didn't pay attention But we heard his calls Happy Halloween Hope you have a ball Written by: S. Matheson Halloween 2001