I used to want to be a teacher,
veterinarian, or preacher,
or the guy who tells the weather on TV.
But now what I want to be the most
is a superscary ghost.
I’m serious. That’s the job for me.
I’ll be grim!
I’ll be dreary!
I’ll be spooky!
I’ll be eerie
when I do my scare-o-rific ghostly dance.
Yes, I’m wanting
to be haunting!
To be mean
and unseen
till I yell “BOO!” and make you pee your pants.
First I’ll haunt the kids who giggled
when I fell down in the gym.
And that nasty old bus driver?
Oh yes! Definitely him.
There’s only one problem—
it’s a big one, I won’t lie.
If you’re gonna be a ghost,
well, then first you’ve got to DIE.