The Ghost of a Flower

"You're what?" asked the common or garden spook

Of a stranger at midnight's hour.

And the shade replied with a graceful glide,

"Why, I'm the ghost of a flower."

"The ghost of a flower?" said the old-time spook;

"That's a brand-new one on me;

I never supposed a flower had a ghost,

Though I've seen the shade of a tree."

-Anonymous