Tick tock, tick tock
Just keep staring at the clock.
Tick tock, tick tock
Watch it like a hawk.
Tick tock, tick tock
Watch it hit nine o'clock.
What if it were just to stop?

Stip step, stip step
There go the footsteps
Stip step, stip step
Up, up, up the steps
Stip step, stip step
Walk over to that ledge.
What awaits over the edge?

Creak, creak
No one else will dare speak.
Creak, creak
Time for you to go to sleep.
Creak, creak
Sounding out, there is a shriek.
Why'd you fall into the creek?

Splish splash, splish splash
A welcoming bath.
Splish splash, splish splash
No one in there to thrash.
Splish splash, splish splash
Red, blue goes the flash.
Soon, your body will turn to ash.

A/N: Heya guys, Mantha here. This poem is kinda different from my others. In addition to rhyming, it has a sort of rhythm to it, so... yeah. If you want, you could set a metronome and read along with it. Below are the intended speeds, although you are free to interpret it your own way

Stanza 1: 48 BPM
Stanza 2: 58 BPM
Stanza 3: 32 BPM
Stanza 4: 54 BPM