My daughter used to worry her Dad
It was all about a fear she had
Each night she'd call me up the stair
To exorcise ghosts that were not there
So we had a long chat about ghoulies and stuff
And finally I thought I'd done enough
They don't exist, we'd at last agreed
and for Dad's rescues there was no more need
But then one night, while I was pottering around
a familiar shriek came drifting down
What's up? I cried, not a ghost, that's certain!
No, Daddy, she said, I'm frightened .... of the curtain....