There once was an empty windmill,
It stood up high on top of a hill.
One day an old lady decided to visit,
Her name was Mrs. Blueberry Biscuit.

As she entered there came a cry,
Then one of the flour sacks started to fly.
Said Mrs. Biscuit “Come down, you’re making a breeze,
All that flour you’re flapping is making me sneeze!”

From the ceiling a spectre most strange came down,
And saw Mrs. Biscuit was wearing a frown.
It looked at its feet, and muttered, “I’m sorry,
Could I make it up to you, and buy you a curry?”

“Of course you can,” Mrs. Biscuit said,
“You’re quite a nice man, even though you’re dead!”.
So ghost and lady went away together,
And stayed firm friends forever and ever!