Creaky old hinges, and cobwebs on ceilings,
Goosebumps and shivers and foreboding feelings,
Gigantic insects with multiple stings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Ghouls in white dresses all covered in slashes,
Flowers that bloom then turn straight into ashes,
Dark monstrous creatures with huge flapping wings –
These are a few of my favourite things.
When the sun shines,
When the birds sing,
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I feel really bad.
Musical boxes that play without warning,
Nightmares that stay even though day is dawning,
Weird wooden puppets that move without strings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Dark dreary forests where creatures are creeping,
Howling at midnight that stops you from sleeping,
Something that’s lurking which suddenly springs –
These are a few of my favourite things.
Maria Von Trapp has dissimilar tastes to myself, but as they say: one man’s meat is another man’s poison.
The Woebegone Words of Aunt Grizelda 