a tale of ooo

*join us in a prayer to the dread god steven moffat*

there, a wild River Song we see,

a scoundrel born a space time anomaly,

this Christmas vision will soon be gone,

along with the last remaining Pond,

so to the dread gods we say please do not harm 

leave that sweet Melody her raucous charm

give us a tale as old as time, as vast as space

give us DOO WEE OOO as we race

beyond the treacherous grasp of villains

pulling a gobsmacked Twelve and a Clara, trilling

if goodbye we must say, for the third time

then let it be with a kiss, sealed with a crime