Casper's Origin Story

The spirit world went into spasm,
emitting as it did, a new phantasm, 
which pitifully cried and moaned
as a haunting voice intoned,
"I wish that I was protoplasm". 

Why was it that the heavenly host
wouldn't give him what he wanted most?
Why did they leave him, oh so sad?
He was such a pleasant lad - 
Casper the Friendly Ghost.
 
Why did Casper do what he did
when he was just a kid?
Kite flying was not his ball of wax, 
so he played on the railroad tracks,
which his mom would not forbid.

His mother said, "Go soak your head",
but he played on the tracks instead,
and so, it was all his fault.
His mother took it with a grain of salt,
and now poor Casper's dead.

So, if you see that nice guy, now deceased,
floating from the west or east,
he's travelled many a mile. 
So, return his gentle smile.
Don't shrink in fear, just when he needs it least.

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