When you give a ghost a cookie
They may thank you and smile
Or perhaps you may be beaten up for a while
After they beat you up
They may hit you with a fan
And then they will
throw you in a frying pan
Although it may seem odd
That a tiny ghost can speak cat
We can assure you
That ghosts are much more than that
With the slap of a fan
A shotgun pointed to your back
These ghosts are
On a lot of crack
A kid with glasses
Known as the junior and rookie
Moral of this story
At this office
Don't give a ghost a cookie
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