NAUGHTY LITTLE RASSILON
a Gallifreyan Nursery Rhyme
Naughty little Rassilon would not go to sleep.
He played instead with quasitrons, his blankets in a heap.
"Naughty little Rassilon," his weary father said.
"You'll never find the Key to Time if you won't go to bed."
Naughty little Rassilon again refused to eat.
He drew a model TARDIS on the tablecloth so neat.
"Naughty little Rassilon," his weary father said.
"You'll never find the Key to Time if not properly fed."
Naughty little Rassilon would not attend at school.
He read of distant legends old, and shattered every rule.
"Naughty little Rassilon," his weary father said.
"You'll never find the Key to Time with garbage in your head."
Mighty, mighty Rassilon was quite an awesome sight.
He made the Time Lords powerful, and put the wrong things right.
"I am mighty Rassilon," to dying father told.
"I was not most obedient, but I made my own road."