When nightfall comes, the ghouls awake —
They do not judge, they do not take.
They journey out into the night
To play their tricks, to give a fright,
To sneak into the children's heads —
The boys and girls all warm in beds.
They do not haunt to hear high screams;
They bring old wisdom into dreams.
When nighttime shifts from black to gray,
The ghosts begin to drift away.
When daybreak comes, you'll hear no sound;
They're back to safety, underground.