Ah, yes! I’d ratheh be a ghost,

And sit upon a certain post.

Methinks he’d coveh up his head

And groan and rithe, and maybe swear,

And sithe, “I wish she wasn’t dead;”

But still I’ll keep a sittin’ theah.

As long as I remain a ghost,

I’ll hang around a certain post.

Anotheh certain person may,

With terror wish she hadn’t had