Someone's knocking on the front door and Dad's gone to answer it.
Could it be the postman with a big, rustly parcel? Or the window cleaner wanting some paper from Mum's purse?
Or perhaps it's one of my numerous 'uncles' or 'aunties'? There's Uncle Len who lives next door.
Or Aunty Sally across the street.
Or perhaps it's the man to mend the washing machine?
Who is it? Who is it?
Hurry up and open the door so I can see who it is!

Dad: did I ever mention Pooch is nosey? ;-) Arrival of a visitor means transformation of Pooch
from deep-sleep to wide-awake in under two seconds.