by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)

At the keyhole
Language: English 
"Grill me some bones," said the Cobbler
   “Some bones, my pretty Sue;
I'm tired of my lonesome with heels and soles,
Springsides and uppers too;
A mouse in the wainscot is nibbling;
A wind in the keyhole drones;
And a sheet webbed over my candle, Susie,
          Grill me some bones!”

"Grill me some bones," said the Cobbler
   “I sat at my tic-tac-to;
And a footstep came to my door and stopped,
And a hand groped to and fro;
And I peered up over my boot and last;
And my feet went cold as stones: --
I saw an eye at the keyhole, Susie! --
          Grill me some bones!”

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Confirmed with Peacock Pie. A Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare, London: Constable & Co. Ltd., [1920], page 146.


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