Who is knowing in the wall,
down the hall?
who is sending noisy messages
down the passages?

It's the butcher with his knife
And his wife
And they knock their pattern through
Me and you.

What's the smell behind the stone?
Rotten bone?
What's the moist and rosy mud,
is it blood?

It's the butcher with his saw
He will gnaw
Meat and bone from one and all
'yond that wall

What's the throbbing that I hear
Oh so near?
Is he coming for me now
Fast or slow?

And the mire that's my wall
Turns to gall
Grants and entry to my life
For the butcher
And his bloody wife.