Floating up and down
No weight at all,
The clumsy smoke,
Taking different shapes.

The good for nothing fella’
Biting nails in cold,
Iddling round the clock-
Haunts the old mansion,
The barn in the yard,
The cellar underground
or the dusty ceiling…

Eyes wide – ‘funny scaring’
Glows int the dark,
clatters his rickety bones,
To frightens the weak souls!
Yet shuns with shriek
At the sight of exorcist.