Have you lived in a multiple-story house? Ever had this bold, but cowardly feeling?
You tiptoe through the whispering house
But you can't help but rouse
Complaints, while it speaks:
'HEY YOU what're you doing, disturbing my sleep?
You're crushing me under your atrocious feet
Run now and fast
from this cursed spot
Or you'll fall under
Under, with all this rot!'
So you turn sharp and plunder
Down the soft stairs
'Cause you don't want to render
The shuddering scream
That waits upstairs.