You know, sister, these rooms are all haunted,
Big Brother slyly said to me one day.
Yes, silly, of course the ghost is dead!
But he still wanders this place anyway.
At night, he climbs the stairs and walks the halls,
And while you sleep, he drifts into your room.
You know that he disapproves when little girls
Sneak out of bed to play at half past nine?
If he sees you up at night, he will
Scream and catch you by the little toes,
Then he will gulp you down bones and all—
And nothing will be left except your clothes.
And then, he’ll smile and disappear again
Because the annoying little girl is gone.