There was a ghost whose name was Who
He haunted through the woods.
He frightened squirrels and bunnies too
And monochrome Riding Hoods.
He’d set his white sheet glowing green
It really was quite stunning.
And he’d jump at them while shouting, “Boo!”
His victims would go running.
But now and then he’d hear a voice
Plaintively calling, ‘Who!”
That scared him more than he scared others
And he’d bid the woods adieu.
There was an owl whose name was Boo
He lived among the trees
He captured mice and stayed up late
He did whatever he pleased.
He’d shake branches and upset nests
Other birds went berserk
But Boo just laughed at their distaste
In truth, he was a jerk.
One night he heard his name called, “Boo!”
Like his mother’s admonition
He flew away not knowing that word came
From an unaware apparition.