If for a day
I was a ghost
I would quietly squeak
Sleeping bedposts
Everyone at peace
Now awoke
Push to sea
Your rowboats
Turn inside out
Your yellow raincoats
Masquerade
Against the hoax
I’d even change
Your political votes
And let out most
Of your Alpine goats
Late at night
Piano notes
While I sow
My wild oats
It won’t be easy
To test my jokes
I wouldn’t make
A good host
Without a nose
Or any toes
Kids would think
I was gross
But what do they know
They ain’t a ghost