Das Trampeltier (An original poem by yours truly)

I had to check the internet first whether this came from an old memory of something heard before or whether I actually pieced it together in my own brain, and my search seems to indicate that it is only very loosely based on something existing.

Das Trampeltier,

das trampelt hier,

das trampelt immer über mir.

These lines formed in my head after a few mornings of hearing floor boards squeak above my head in response to a German host walking on them repeatedly at 6:30 am.  Since I was awake at those times already, the squeaking was definitely of an entertaining nature.