Awdling in the cellar   Whining on the dungeon step   Underground dweller   Hammers at the coal-flap      Catching the gnats   Tearing off their opal wings   Frightening the rats   Wistful ghost sadly sings:      ''Why no one ever peeps into this place?   No one sweeps out the dusty staircase   Many tricks I prepared   Even walls will be scared   Of my face!   Why rusty lock doesn't click anymore?   No one opens the folding door   Almost seventy years   No man hears   Bogie's terrible ROAR!''      The banister has to retain   Clammy scullion's hand   The eyes full of fear and his hair   Funny standing on end   And also these lovers that flew off without the pants   It should be so scary to hear my scream in the height of erotic romance      ''Nickering mad''   ''Shrieking demon in flame''   So many baleful names I have had   In the days of my fame      O-oh!   Sweet shades of the past   Making people aghast   I was the maestro of fright   New blazonry every night   Incredible shows with infernal guffaws   Horrifying... emotional sight!