Haunted Bayou

There’s a haunted house just down the way

Near the marshlands, at least, that is what people say

Hush goes the wind, creak goes the shutter

Creak goes an creepy something in an eerie mutter

 

‘The ghosts cry out if you dare come in’

Said a friend, ‘for it committed a grievous sin’

Now it comes to haunt all those who pass

A strong man past his prime, to the littlest lass

I know that this is naught but lies

I know that nothing in there stays

But cobwebs and spiders, glass and wood

No pale ghost, no murderous hood

I daren't go in though

There is nothing, that I ‘ready know 

Someday, someday, I’ll go see

Yet today that someday will not be