The Hamlet Project

The watchman of my heart
Is a portly fellow
With a big brass pocketwatch
That he consults while he rocks back and forth on his heels.
He has a jaunty hat and a round face under it.
Sometimes he’s a little over zealous in his work –
He’ll keep something or someone out if they don’t provide exactly the right paperwork
And sometimes he falls asleep at his post and misses the black-hearted villain with a sharp weapon walking by.
He sings jolly tunes
When no one’s nearby to hear him
And sometimes he’ll even do a jig
At the entrance.