What were they thinking? I don't know.
Waiting for months, through sun and snow
To see where the Doctor and Clara will go.
Popcorn and peanuts and candy corn,
Hark! There's the rooster a'crying the morn,
The choir's in the treetops,
the worm's in the ground,
yonder's the man who sells joy by the pound.
A Yawn and a stretch and a scratch of the head,
empty the tea-cup it's time for bed.
Close up the books full of stories you've read,
kick off your slippers, it's time for bed.