The Edison Museum, not open to the public.
Its haunted towers rise into the clouds above it.
Folks drive in from out of town
To gaze in amazement when they see it.
Just outside the gate, I look into the courtyard
Underneath the gathering thunderstorm.
Through the iron bars, I see the Black Maria
Revolving slowly on its platform.
In the topmost tower, a light burns dim
A coiling filament glowing within.
The Edison Museum, once a bustling factory
Today is but a darkened cobweb covered hive of
industry
The tallest, widest and most famous haunted mansion
in New Jersey
Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva
Recites a poem on a phonograph.
Ghosts float up the stairs, like silent moving
pictures:
The loyal phantoms of his in-house staff.
A wondrous place it is, there can be no doubt;
But no one ever goes in, and no one ever goes out.
So when your children quarrel
and nothing seems to quell them,
Just tell them that you'll take them to
the Edison Museum.
The largest independently-owned and operated
mausoleum.
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