Tick Tock, Little Tommy

Little Tommy lies in bed
Blankets covering his head
The light is off and all is still
Are you ready for the thrill?

Tick, tock goes the clock
Something clicks, perhaps the clock
Tommy stares, his eyes wide
There is nowhere else to hide

Tick, tock goes the clock
Tommy sits frozen, like a rock
Almost midnight, it seems to grin
Your fate, Tommy, shall be grim

A shadow moves across the wall
The thing is large and oh-so-tall
Tommy shuts his eyes tight
His body shivering with fright

A final tick, one last chime
No more time...
Little Tommy gone from bed
Nothing left besides his head