Once h'pon a time, Papa could not find his keys
And discovered a ghoul was taking these,
He took from the ghoul, and delivered in return?
key to nothing, Because a ghoul did yearn.
So now at morning, When ghoul wakes to wolk,
He grabs he's nothing-key and thinks not a thought.
Papa is happy, with no need to search.
He can drive his hearse, instead of walking to church.









