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 naught 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.
How many gentle creatures can you find in this picture?…