Work Text:
The Doctor,
A mad man in a box.
He started running early,
And he never really stopped.
The Doctor has friends,
Companions galore.
If only they could help him,
On Trenzalore.
His many lives,
they number twelve.
The clock is striking,
What stories will we tell.
We are all stories,
In the end.
Let’s make them good,
don’t make them blend.