(Verse 1) Old man Hank, he runs the farm, Stubborn and set in his ways, old-school charm. He doesn't trust the drones, calls 'em a curse, But his grandson Mike, he's the techie, immersed. One night the screens go wild, the code turns strange, Poltergeist programming, a spectral exchange. Sensors flicker, tractors start and stall, The AI's gone haywire, wreaking digital havoc. (Chorus) Poltergeist programming, glitches in the night, Ghostly fingers dancing in the pale moonlight. Spirits in the circuits, playing their games, Causing chaos, driving folks insane. Old man Hank shakes his head in despair, While Mike tries to debug, but the ghosts don't care. Poltergeist programming, a spectral plight, Haunting the farm, giving everyone a fright. (Verse 2) Mike digs deep, through dusty code, Uncovers a file, a tale yet untold. A farmhand named Jesse, wronged and betrayed, His spirit trapped in the lines they laid. The code speaks out, a voice from the past, "Fix the injustice, make the peace last." Mike understands, there's more than meets the eye, A ghost seeking justice, reaching for the sky. (Chorus) Poltergeist programming, glitches in the night, Ghostly fingers dancing in the pale moonlight. Spirits in the circuits, playing their games, Causing chaos, driving folks insane. Old man Hank shakes his head in despair, While Mike tries to debug, but the ghosts don't care. Poltergeist programming, a spectral plight, Haunting the farm, giving everyone a fright. (Bridge) Mike and Hank, a bond they forge, Bridging the old ways with technology's surge. They learn Jesse's story, his heart's desire, To mend a broken past, set things right by the fire. Old man Hank softens, sees tech's true worth, While Mike learns of history, of roots in the earth. Together they work, a team strong and true, To bring peace to the farm, and to Jesse too. (Verse 3) They rewrite the code, a digital plea, Jesse's spirit soars, finally free. The farm finds its rhythm, a harmonious song, As the sun breaks through, where shadows were long. Mike smiles, a weight lifted from his soul, He's bridged the gap, made the farm whole. Old man Hank, with a tear in his eye, Thanks the ghost, bids a gentle goodbye. (Chorus) Poltergeist programming, a tale of the past, Now harmony reigns, peace at last. Spirits in the circuits, they rest and they gleam, Their story remembered, like a fading dream. Old man Hank shakes his head with a smile, While Mike stands tall, going the extra mile. Poltergeist programming, a spectral plight, Now a beacon of hope in the fading light.
