There's a spookin' house they say,
Where the wild flowers grow,
That once was very yellow.
I've always wanted to see it,
The sad and lonely thing,
But always it does vanish when the bells do start to ring.
I know for oft I've searched for it,
In gardens overgrown,
But still unto me itself has never shown.
"I'll find you yet!"
I once did cry in despair,
Nor have I yet, though I search in every meadow fair.
Now I must go and look some more,
Before the bells do chime,
For when they do- it's spookin' time.
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