We blamed a ghost, today, For the opening of our classroom
door. It was really the wind, Of course, blowing through the
broken window, The great, mysterious, Empty space at the end of
our corridor. The rain flowed right through and The wind blew
in too, opening our door. How did the window break? Will we
just blame that too on the ghost who, We liked to joke, opened The
door of our classroom this afternoon?