Hark!

The sharp, golden catch of a sturdy, good latch, now

Caroling!

Clicking!

Clinking!

The snick of the lock, brass tick of the clock, in

Sweet-toned

Silence

Sinking!

The hours have dragged, as you boasted and bragged, with

Tittering!

Tottering!

Tinking!

The door caught your heel, you slippery eel, I’m

Jumping!

Jigging!

Jinking!

O! freedom is mine, you long-winded kine, we’re

Dancing!

Daddling!

Drinking!

Hark!

She’s coming on back, right up our own track! Quick!

Hurrying!

Hiding!

Hinking*!

*as in, running for the hills