there's creeking in the attic
i used to hear that in winter
i was thinking it could be rat
maybe squirell looking for nut
usually happen at ten oc'lock
when i'm about to call the night
sound peculiar, more of squeak
i don't let it bother me a minute
that's what i keep on saying
for the last couple of years
i wonder what it is the cause
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