Who's that knocking a rat-tat-tat ? 



Who can the caller be, 

 Wiping his feet on my nice clean mat ? 



Peep through the glass and see. 



Queer old beast in an old gray coat ; 



Doesn''t wear boots or hat ; 

 Bit like a weasel — bit like a stoat : 



Says he's a rat, rat, rat. 



' Gi' me a drink and a bite of cheese. 



Mornin"*, sir ! Are you well ? 

 Haven't a card, sir ; but, if you please. 



Name " Mr. Samuel."' 



Enter, Sammy, my ancient foe ! 



Come, and a tail unfold. 

 Not much point to it ! ' Well, sir, no ; 



Still, sir, I'll make so bold.' 



