Oh, tricksy poltergeist,
Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin, Mr. Quin;
You've lost your lust for life
And now the darkness has seeped in.
A king of countless castles
With nowhere to call home,
The darling Mr. Quin must walk
Wherever he shall roam.
Invisible to staring eyes
And your gruesome, ghostly gaze,
Dear Mr. Quin does waltz along
Heedless of passing days.
~ C. Spies
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