There once was a man named Clifford
That rode into town on a mule named Zipper;
Then Zipper died,
And Clifford cried,
For he very much liked his friend Zipper.
On Halloween night,
Zipper rose with a fright,
And galloped with delight.
Clifford sat astride his pet ghost,
Who adored his new post;
He felt more freedom than most,
Being allowed a ghostly coast.
But Halloween ended,
And the rules are quite candid:
Where a ghost fended,
There his energy must then be lended.
For the living must still be tended,
Because they are still alive.