Some one came knocking At my wee, small door;
Some one came knocking, I’m sure–sure–sure;
I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a-stirring In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest The screech-owl's call,
Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.