I saw a ghost on the stairs, and sheets on the tables and chairs. The silverware swam with the sharks in the sink: Even so, I don't know what to think. I've been longing for daisies to push through the floor, and I wish that plant life would grow all around me so I won't feel dead anymore. I saw a bear in the den, readin' my textbooks again. Bats flowed like traffic as they poured from the attic: Heaven knows, I could really use a friend!