A shuddering vision appeared one day at the door of my housenPale spectre and shadow, as if the nose was a hole in the skynA shivering figure once dragged from the sea like a loathsome headnUndressing before me, then tearing its flesh with demented gleenSha la la la lanSha la la la lanCrept into the hallway, already at home on the carpet and wallsnUnpacking a suitcase, pale spectre in spare room and under my feetnNow Jove he was half asleep for several hours that afternoonnThis unwanted creature crawled into a corner crying ‘Where is the moon?’nSha la la la lanSha la la la lanPale spectre and shadow cried, Where is the moon tonight? It is like an enormous lightnAnd I repliednHeaven’ll help you out, visitant, Heaven’ll help you outnHeaven’ll help you out, visitant, Heaven’ll help you outnPale spectre and shadow said, Your tale is not quite right; it is just an outrageous lienAnd I can’t denynPale spectre and shadow cried, Where is the moon tonight? It is like an enormous lightnAnd I repliednI said sha la la la la . . . .