The bell on my door rang this morning   From the kitchen I called "Who's that there?"   Through the letter box came a grappling hook   Which grappled me right out of my chair!   Stretched out on the floor I lay helpless   Of my limbs I had lost all command   When into my ear instilling fear   Said a voice "I am Monsieur R. Monde"      "Monsieur R. Monde you are not!   That's an incredible thing to say   For I personally attended his funeral   which was twelve months to this very day!"   A rat flew down from the ceiling   Alighted upon my right ear   said "If Monsieur R. Monde is safe under the sod   Then why are you shaking with fear!"      "My name is not Scrooge" I said faintly   "and from ghosts I have nothing to fear!   But if you are R. Monde returned from the dead   Then what are you wanting here?"   From nowhere I heard a mad cackle   From nowhere a voice to me cried   "Stop calling me Monsieur R. Monde you fool!   My name's Jekyll and you're Mr. Hyde!"