This poem is dedicated to Shippo and his clones.

Ten little punks were tied in a straight line,
one got away, now there are nine.
Nine little punks opened a gate,
one walked in, now there are eight.
Eight little punks were flying to heaven,
one took a huge fall, now there are seven.
Seven little punks were playing with sticks,
one got poked in the eye, now there are six.
Six little punks were playing with knives,
one stabbed another, now there five.
Five little punks were sliding on the floor,
one slid into the wall, now there are four.
Four little punks were climbing a tree,
one fell flat on their back, now there are three.
Three little punks were chasing a kangaroo,
it made a U-turn, now there are two.
Two little punks played with a gun,
one shot the other, now there is one.
One little punk thought the day was done,
it went home, now there are none.