TommyKnocker

I hear him near my window,
I hear him at the door.
I think there might be something,
That he's looking for.

I don't know who he is,
I don't know where he's from.
If he gets any louder,
I'll start calling for my mum.

Now he's in the parlor,
And he isn't here for tea.
I dare not move or tremble,
For fear that he may see.

He's getting near my bed,
He is a clever foe.
For if he was blue or red,
No one will ever know.

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Credited to Pugpug62

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