I’m the ghost of a dream, strange it may seem,
I ride up and down on a pale moonbeam;
The witch with her cat, neither lean nor fat,
Side by side on a broomstick sat!
[A witch, cat and broom, cut from paper, are slowly lowered from above and withdrawn.]
Fourth:
I’m the ghost of a turkey, who once strutted gay,
And came to his end on Thanksgiving Day!
All:
Ha ha; ho, ho; what did he say,