Patty Boo

In a small, dark city lived Patty Boo She'd got her own ghosts, they always told the truth Her daddy was a driver, mummy worked with law Her bros were good at math and she was below All she'd got were her ghosts and they stopped telling truth They wanted let her burn, but she was fireproof Next to the big, dark tree sat Patty Boo She was sad and happy, she was torn in two Her ghosts were flying 'round, laughing at loud They let her know the truth, so they were very proud Then came an old guy, he wore a long, black coat He took her hand and brought her to the lying road