Underneath the lamp post,
In the middle of the night,
A Ghost Bus make a silent stop,
A strange and fearful sight.

At the bus top at your cornor,
Something big and green climbed down.

It's looking for your bedroom
And it has searched all over town.
You thought it couldn't find you
That you were safe and you were sound.
You thought that you could hide,
Where you never could be found. But now it's almost here.

You know it loves the Dark of night.
There's only one thing you can do
Quick!Turn on the light!


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