In which my son Nikos recites Someone Came Knocking
, by Walter de la Mare:
Someone came knocking ~ At my wee, small door;
Someone 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.