One fine morning, Tony and Tim
And Gibbs and Abby and Ducky and Jim
Came to work feeling glad and well,
Thinking this day would turn out swell.
The morning started with easy poise,
Til Tony heard a ticking noise.
"Do you hear that?" he asked the team,
Hoping it was just a dream.
"I hear it too," said Ziva, quite calm.
"Search all around – it must be a bomb.
Whoever did this was a jerk."
"Shh!" said Gibbs. "Let's get to work."
The agents checked the walls and floors,
While Abby spied behind the doors.
Ducky and Jimmy stood by as heeded,
Just in case their help was needed.
But too late! The bomb went 'BAM!'
And into the wall it made them slam.
The blast was nearly as loud as thunder.
'Are they okay?' you'd probably wonder.
Gibbs survived (as he would),
Jimmy was fine, Ziva was good,
Tim escaped with little pain,
And Abby lived to spy again.
Tony and Ducky were hurt that day –
They didn't last long, I'm sad to say.
Tony and Ducky – they both died,
And poor little Jimmy cried and cried.