Running to and fro making squeaking sounds,
every time I hear you my heart just pounds...
I don’t know what you are, a bat, a lizard or a mouse,
but you’re acting as if you own this house...

You stay here rent free, and you come and go as you please,
But from your late night bickers I could do with an ease...
You scamper across the roof all night long,
As if you’re dancing to the freedom song.

I hurry to see what you are, but you are never seen,
You become very quiet once I get on the scene...
Show yourself you annoying little freak!
I have no time to play hide and go seek...

Your identity you have not revealed to me,
So I don’t know how to set you free...
This is my house and I am not going anywhere,
So you better find a different tactic, if it’s me you want to scare...

I thought the two of us could maybe exist,
But from your scampering you could not desist...
You probably tried, but I have my doubts
So pack your things and get the hell out.