Something’s chilping in the chimney, something’s chackling in the trees
and though I try I can’t convince myself that it’s only the breeze.
Now the chilping’s getting louder and the chackling’s coming near
and the scratching on the ceiling fills my thumping heart with fear.
Too much chilping, too much chackling too much scratching in the night…
So I hide under the covers, try to chobble up my fright.
(Chilping, chackling & chobble – from the Warwickshire Word Book, 1896. I shall try to use them every day)