The Life Of Ghosts

As soon as midnight falls

Outside the gate, tugged in their beds, sleep all

We come up and spend our time, playing and dancing

You see, buried underneath, it's a bit suffocating

We stretch ourselves and here and there wave

And play hide and seek around our graves

At night, when everything is dark and glittery

We sometimes play dog in the cemetery

At our weekly meetings, we do serious talks

Discussing why Deceased, our fellow mate, hasn't turned into a cock

We have filed a request on behalf of Dear Departed

Asking authorities not to turn him into an eagle; he is faint-hearted

As each day we get decomposed

It's fun to count the decreasing number of bones

When rarely, we have a visitor at night

We welcome him with all our might

We dance tipitotipito and sing ee-oo-ay

We don't know why but the person runs away

Sadly, we go and have flowers and candles for tea

And discuss why the person left hurriedly

Once in a week, we have a new member

Earthly news about humans, he renders

Tired, we go to sleep in our graves, in the morning

The sun's rays causes, what our doctor calls, ' bones deterioration'; we prefer evening

Since tommorow, we have to enroll ourselves into purgatory

We take our leave as we need a sound sleep and loads of energy!