Seven little ghosties
Eating tea and toasties
Started then to boast-ies
Who could scare the most-ies.
So they asked their cat-ghost,
Sitting by the lamp-post,
Licking paws and engrossed,
Listening to them boast.
Said the cat, "You ghosties
First, last, and foremost-ies...
Next to famed ghost host-ies,
You're all white milquetoast-ies.
Get some chains, topmostly,
To haunt the seacoast-ly
Haunt air, land, almost-ly
Then we'll think you're ghost-ly."
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