One night I met a ghost.
He was looking for a friendly host.
I said,’ You are looking very thin,
you had better come on in.’
‘Would you like a piece of toast?’
He replied, ‘I’d rather have a Sunday roast’
So there we sat, trying to get him fat,
a three hundred-year-old ghost called Nat.
We had a beer and he came over queer,
and he quickly began to disappear.
So that was the end of Nat;
who never did get fat!