Oh, the ghoulish souls hiding in the light,
They want the dark, they seek the dark
But in the light they find,
themselves,
unable to immerse in the dark.
These ghouls of the day
they squawk, they shout.
They’d talk the iron legs off,
A pot, a cauldron you name it.
They want to keep those midnight hours,
Drifting off to sleep at dawn;
But alas their life prevents it.
Their parents demand and indeed their teachers
That they learn in the light hours of the day.
Oh those ghoulish high school children
Hiding Netflix under the bed.
The wee hours rush towards the daylight
And their night, their friendly, calm hassle less night
Leaves for the day, for the long, long day
Until they can get back to the night.
