Have you seen the Ghost of John?
Long, white bones and the flesh all gone!
Oooooooh!
Wouldnt it be chilly with no skin on?
John belongs in a quaint nightmare.
Wobbly jaw and a hollow glare!
Oooooooh!
Wouldnt things look murky through sockets bare?
John is gone from feet to skull.
Pointy elbows and clavicle!
Oooooooh!
Wouldnt it be harsh to hug Johns fossil?
Johns not sad; he has had his day.
Smile thats fixed in a rigid way!
Oooooooh!
Wouldnt frowning be hard when lips decay?
John once said, Ive lost my head!
Empty thoughts top his spine instead.
Oooooooh!
Isnt it the truth now that he is dead?