Davy Jones of The Monkees sings "Your Personal Penguin" here. Awwwww!
And now, from the_cornettist, because this never gets old:
For our spooky text of the day, here is the somber "Haunted House" by the Pulitzer Prize winner Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869-1935):
Here was a place where none would ever come
For shelter, save as we did from the rain.
We saw no ghost, yet once outside again
Each wondered why the other should be so dumb;
And ruin, and to our vision it was plain
Where thrift, outshivering fear, had let remain
Some chairs that were like skeletons of home.
There were no trackless footsteps on the floor
Above us, and there were no sounds elsewhere.
But there was more than sound; and there was more
Than just an axe that once was in the air
Between us and the chimney, long before
Our time. So townsmen said who found her there.