Eeny, meany, miny, moe
Who’ll spend the night
Under the old oak tree
To meet and greet the spirit
From the world in-between
And chase it all night long
While heard but unseen
Laughing then howling
Till the first ray of the dawn
Basks it in light and let it go.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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