can we sing a small song

we have to be quiet, we are not supposed to be here! This was said in a whisper by their ghost friend Jeer. It’s an old folk’s home, only old live people should be…. Anywhere near this park, he said specifically to me. Can we sing a small song? I asked as quietly as I could. As long as it does not go any further than this wood. But I sing loud and hard, with gusto, so they all heard. Come on! Said Count Dracula! You sing loud as a bird! She’s not doing her best to be subtle, said the witch. She ran off to get hold of a hickory switch. If she gets too loud, give her whack across her back. I was none to happy when I felt the very first smack.