Big Mac Ugly Toot and Tim
Little ghosts were sitting on a limb.
They were named Big Mac, Ugly Toot and Tim.
One spit out a head.
It was my friend Ted.
Now I am truly terrified of them.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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