I must have been three or four when I heard the poem
Someone came knocking at my wee small door
Someone came knocking I'm sure, sure, sure.
I listened, I opened, I looked from left to right .....
It was this childhood poem that excited and scared me.
My sister used to recite the poem to me when we were going off to sleep, in a really scary voice..
She was nearly three years older than I was...and that's a lot older when you are only three.
Then I heard the stories of Tom Thumb and Thumberlina, wee small doors were no longer scary at all, I was in another world and what a wonderful wee world it has turned out to be.....