Time is tick tocking.
The trumpets are sounding.
Everyone is flocking.
The boat is docking.
Quell the mocking and the talking.
The waves are rocking.
Can you hear the balking?
See the gawking?
This is no time for walking.
Run, Run, the doors are locking.
The vendors are still hawking.
Here comes the rain, don't stop caulking..
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