There\'s a squeak squeaking around the floor,
a chirp chirping bouncing from the window to the door,
a chit chittering, a flap flapping, and bat batting somewhere above where I snore
but don\'t worry, there\'s no strangers here
It\'s just a mouse scurrying under the boards,
a bird in their nest singing their songy chords,
and a bat in the attic, keeping me company while I do the chores