I sat on top of a tombstone,
While licking my ice cream cone,
The cone came from a odd host,
It was the graveyard's top ghost,
And, in the cone was his own finger bone.
There once was a ghost they called Boo. His eyes, hair and teeth were all blue, He bleached himself white, The bleach burned day and night, So, it made the ghost go boohoo. A ghost named Boo would haunt and scare, Everyone he tried to terror, He went out of the house, To frighten a mouse, But, was frightened himself by a bear.