• Rata tap tap on the door.
    The door on the second floor.
    Who could it be?
    I cannot see,
    The door on the second floor.
    Soon it will be no more.

    Maybe they'll flee,
    I thought with glee.
    But the knocking never stopped before
    Maybe one or four.

    So I opened the door,
    And who do I see?
    A man on the second floor.
    'Good evening,' said he.
    'Sorry', I said, 'I must implore,
    'But who are you and why do you have my key?'

    He cleared his throat and look around.
    'Why I'm surprised you look so profound!
    For I am no more than the man at your door,
    That just happens to be on the second floor.
    I live here you see,
    And I'm sure you'll agree,
    I am only the man who lives on the second floor,
    That is on the other side of your door.'