There was the Doctor and his wife, and he was beautiful. A proper timelord family. But he traveled for life. And he was beautiful.
Doctor, no one knows his name. The Doctor.
The war came then. The Timewar.
The Doctor had this wife you see. Pretty little thing. silly little nit. They had a daughter she keep hidden
Poor thing! Poor Thing!
There were arguments, he wanted her like mad. Everyday he'd send her a flower, but did she come down from her tower? Sat up there plotting by the hour. Poor fool. Ah but there was worse yet to come, poor thing…
Doctor calls on her, all polite.
Poor thing. Poor thing.
"The war," she tells him, "is all right," He blames himself for this dreadful plight, "You must go and leave for the war tonight!" Poor thing, poor thing!
Almost everyone's dead! He looks around, poor dear, poor thing
looks up, poor thing!
"We have lost," he thinks, poor thing "Oh where are the daleks?" he asks…they were there alright! Only not so contrite!
He wasn't no match for such craft, you see
His daughter was captured!
He ran up to rescue her, you see
So all of them stood there and shot, you see
Poor soul! Poor thing!