• Look around in the dreary night sky,
    Make no sound; not even a sigh.

    Turn your head ever so slightly
    And pray not to see the Ghost of Nightly.

    The slightest click, tick or rush
    Will soon meet the spectors hush.

    The spirit moans its lonly plea.
    It has so for enternity.

    Don't cry or pout, make not a sound.
    Let the Nightly Ghost hear you and you'll go abound.

    Respect its will, so its been said,
    And it will not harm you in your bed.