His voice is so commanding, It booms at perfect pitch. All rounded vowels and enunciation, So deep, so fruity, so rich.
That ever-shocked expression, And bulging, wide-eyed stare. The grin that spreads across his face, Underneath the mass of curly hair.
He’s had an extraordinary life, But probably his greatest part, Was being the ultimate Doctor Who, This walking work of art.
You might hear him on an advert, Or a documentary narration. Every time I hear that voice, My heart is filled with elation.
He’s strange and he’s quite scary, He’s funny and he’s quite mad. He is the favourite Uncle, That I have never had.
I’ve never even met him, But I’m sure he would agree. We would become the best of friends, Grand, old Tom and me.