The well spring has run dry. There is no more water a flowin’. Time has run out and run down. The clock just ticked the last click. They looked down in the dark well and saw a skeleton.
(I have a list of things I want to do)
The mayor and all his children and their dog too. All bones. All dry. All in the bottom of the once sweet fresh water well.
(I have a list of things I never get done)
We all have our days. Then the sun sets. Good Nite Sleep Tite.