Tick Boom

Tick Boom

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Boom
If only he took the time to zoom
In the near future, when he starts to groom
For success, the world is his private show room

Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Boom
His mother is left in gloom
In broad daylight he met his doom
Bad timing, while driving in his vroom

Tick Tock Tick Boom
In his blue costume
Trigger happy with fume
He cut him from the heirloom

Tick Tock Boom
Note from his room
Never to abloom
His dream for the classroom

Tick Boom

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