He hears the death-tick tap the wall,
The gnawing of the wainscot mouse,
The creaking up and down the house,
The unhooked window's hinges ranging,
The sounds that say the wind is changing.
At last he turns, and shakes his head,
'It's nothing, I'll go back to bed.'
And just then Mrs Jaggard came
To view and end her Jimmy's shame.
She made one rush and gi'm a bat