  
The house stands on the
hill
In the midst of a graveyard, still
The windows are gone,
but it's not the wind's song
that causes your bones to chill.
What was that? Did you
hear it?
The rattling of bones?
Me thinks that the ghost and the goblins
and things of the night
Prefer you don't enter their home.
But if your strong-hearted and brave
And promise that you'll lead the way
Then I'll follow you in
Let the adventure begin
Yikes! Your gone without even a wave!
Rinda NelsonŠ2001
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