Pitter patter, pitter patter
Little feet step
Across the ground
Outside my door
Thrice times I have wept
Swishing, sloshing
Water runs down
Into the drain
Outside my door
I wish I would have slept
Squeaking, creaking
The springs bend
And groan
Outside my door
The time has come for death.
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