My dearest doctor of old,

Your story forever told,

You fly along through time and space,

After bad monsters you chase,

Protecting the children of the world,

Stopping time from being unfurled,

The people you met and traveled with,

Clara believed you were a myth,

She found you in your palace of cloud,

Far from the ground in a stark white shroud,

You had lost all hope,

Up in your palace you mope.

Then Clara you met,

It was fate and was set,

That the girl twice dead,

Would clear your head,

The lonely old doctor with his bluest blue box,

Twas only Clara that could knock off his socks,