Death takes its time Death takes its time Strikes when it will Picks the moment And ignores prayers and pleas Death strikes when it will Taking a daughter A father A kitten A neighbor or a friend When it will When it wishes Death obeys no rules And ignores the niceties Unlike the clock Striking on the hour Death strikes whenever it pleases Chasing the second hand Around and around Picking odd moments Here and there To stop time Once and for all Death points an icy finger At the daughter Or the kitten And cuts short their time Mercilessly Moving on to the next victim without hesitation The Grim Reaper takes his time And feels no remorse It is for him Just a job With quitting time The one constant