In the cemetery, old and dark, Where settlers lay in eternal park, Amongst the hills and trees so high, Jeepers Peepers awaits your try.
Look around, for clues are there, Search with caution, don't you dare, Disturb the graves that lie beneath, For some may be hidden beneath your feet.
Find the cache, but don't you leave, Sign the log, and do not deceive, The spirits that roam this sacred ground, Let them know that you were found.