
The moonlit sky
Shining on the haunted peaks
Of Box Springs Mountain
The pale white ghost cackling over the empty streets
He came down from the mountain
To find the students
Speaking rumors over his existence
Of when he lays his ghostly hands on you
Or the constant flickering of lights
To warn you of his presence
His existence is in the soul of the campus
And the students that attend
That’s how you know
The haunting of UCR
Will never end