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