The Ghost of Sherack

"Never drive through Sherack when the night is full black,
'Cause there's a ghost who wanders that road,
And when you drive through Sherack, he gets in the back
By methods completely unknown."

She spoke of Sherack, fielding laughter and flak,
Gravely warning her friends and her foes.
Hearing nothing but cracks from that wretched pack,
She continued to make sure they'd know.

Yes, she knew of Sherack and its ghostly trap.
Yet one night when hard-pressed for time,
Though the night was full black, she drove through Sherack
And told herself all would be fine.

But the ghost of Sherack appeared in the back,
And tho she heard but a wheeze and a groan,
Her muscles went slack; it got wet where she sat
'Cause she knew she wasn't alone.

As the ghost of Sherack sat there in back
And he spoke about dying and death,
Her eyes slowly tracked to the seat in the back,
Then the eyes of the ghost and hers -- met.

Her arm reached back and she gave him a whack,
Then threw back her head in a yell.
And the ghost of Sherack flew out of the back:
'Twas the worst he'd heard this side of hell!

So scared in Sherack, she'll never go back -
And even now her hair remains curled.
And the ghost of Sherack? He'll never be back
'Cause SHE frightened HIM right out of this world!