There is a ghost who lives under my bed
this ghost has a name, his name is Fred
Late in the evening, I'll hear him cry
so I will get up and ask him why
Sometimes he will not say
but until he does, I will stay
He says he's lonely and needs a friend
he had nobody at the end
I tell him I'll be there whenever he needs
I would never go back on one of my creeds
You never have to be alone
You are always welcome in my home