Someone came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking

I'm sure-sure-sure.
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,

But there was nothing stirring
In the still dark night.
Only the busy beetle

Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl's call.

Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,

At all, at all, at all.