The host if heaven welcomed seven ghosts. He gave them coffee, showed them
`round but the catastrophe had left them speechless.
They`d tried to teach us kids how human beings could be pyramids when
Gideon went ssliding on a banana skin. The stage caved in. They hit the
cellar. Hit the deck. Stone dead and seeing red when gates were golden
[....?....] Peter told them how they`d like it there... make tightropes,
tiptoe gently through the clouds. And if they fell, just ring a bell. A
net would catch them, stop them dropping headfirst into hell!