Ghosts

My brother says he's seen them
In the woods and in the park
Those frightening evil spirits
That roam the moonlit dark

You try to explain
That you're not scared, how stupid can he be?
But when the sun goes down
The ghosts in town you'll strain your eyes to see

The marvelous thing is that
It's probably all in your head
But even then you'll fear the ghosts
Those manifestations of the dead