It's body's made of metal,
it's voice spells out your death,
you'll see it's glowing eye on you,
with your final breath.
It's coming to a house or two,
it has a pressing need,
A piece of it's been broken off,
an important piece indeed.
It'll make you search all through your house,
and on every floor,
and even in your garden shed,
and behind every door.
It'll probably need some spray paint too,
but that is not most key,
it's your plunger that it wants,
it's a hurt Dalek you see.
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