There is a demon in my front porch
He hides between the floorplanks
And whistles in the eves
Through the evenings cold and dark.

There is a demon in my front porch
He fiddles with the latches
And scritches on the windows
Till the neighbours complain.

There is a demon in my front porch
He must be bound by one stronger than I
He could toss me about
Like the child I am no longer.

There is a demon in my front porch
He guards my home from night-men
So in the mornings
I leave some food for him.