There’s a ghost in the closet
I’m as sure as can be
my mom say it’s a school jacket
hanging still as a tree.
There’s a ghost in the pantry
I have no more doubts
but my mom assures me
it’s just brussel sprouts.
There’s a ghost in the bathroom
I say with a hush
but my mom says no honey
it’s just your toothbrush.
These things that haunt
and are scary to me
Are nothing more than
good ghost that I can see.
