Schwaa?

fish-sticksandcustard:

Tick-tock goes the clock,
and what now shall we play?
Tick-tock until the day
that thou shalt marry me.

Tick-tock goes the clock,
and all the years they fly.
Tick-tock and all too soon,
that you and I must die.

Tick-tock goes the clock,
we laughed at fate and mourned her.