In my old house
there seemed an old spirit
or maybe a mischievous mouse
I use to lay
in my old room at night
tired of the preceding day
The house would speak
tales of bomp, crattles, and creak
and here's what it had to say
"Womp, boop, dat,
flush, whoosh, and crack"
late at night the house would say
"Thud, crick, snap, whip,
Bang, Bang, Bang, blip"
laying on my bed this trip
And in the morn
when the old blinds were torn
here's what the old house had to say
"Pop, pop, pop, pop,
slam, nick, split, lop"
the old house continued to say
"Whack, ding, bump, splat,
hack, ping, thwump, flap"
wondering what made it sound this way
And through the noon
and into the night
my old house chatted all day
As I lay here thinking
I get the sinking feeling
that I'll start making it say
"Go to sleep and good night,
don't let the bed bugs bite,
I'll always have something to say"