Strange Things Are Happening

A rustle here, A rattle there, A furtive footstep faintly falling on the stair, And there's nobody rocking in that rocking chair. Strange things are happening! An eerie creak, My knees go weak, I fear that poltergeists are here and playing hide-and-seek, And every shadow hides a goblin or a ghoulish freak. Strange things are happening! My throat has lumps, My skin has bumps, My hair will soon be turning white or falling out in clumps, I feel like fleeing fleetly, but my legs are stumps. Strange things are happening! So I jump in bed, Cover up my head, Close my eyes real tight and think of counting sheep, instead, And hope that in the morning I won't wake up dead Because strange things are happening. My friends were mean When they set this scene And devised these pranks contrived to make me shake and scream, But it will be their turn, I swear, next Halloween, To say strange things are happening!