If I were a ghost,
What would I do,
Would I come back,
And haunt you?
Or would I behave,
And grant you your wishes,
And do all the things,
Like your dirty old dishes.
But since I'm not,
Such a sort of a thing,
I cannot have fun,
In doing these things.
So I guess I'll just do,
All the dirty old dishes,
In hopes that someday,
My ghost will grant wishes.