There's a whimpering in the woods tonight; at one o'clock a cry of fright.

Who could it be? they say. Who? The clock now strikes two.

The cry is not the trees. No, it's not the trees and now it's close to three.

When they start to come out of their doors, the clock strikes in the fours.

Could it be a person alive? they wonder as they get closer. The time is after five.

If so, they're surely in a fix. We can see when the sun comes up at six.

To be continued...