• You’re not The Doctor that I remember,
    With that new body and that new face,
    Eyes older than the last time we met,
    Yet always hurrying to the next place,
    Still running yet somehow seeming somber.

    In many places we saved many lives,
    Yet it is yourself who you could not save,
    Regenerating to save another,
    But your old self left quite a large wave,
    Past companions willing to take the dive.

    I miss the person who you used to be,
    Always hyper and always so exited,
    Until something happened to make you sad
    Or angry, which showed how much you cared,
    The truth you were always able to see.

    Like molto bene, I miss your phrases,
    And when you say allons-y so often
    Geronimo is just not quite the same,
    But I know that you are not number ten,
    Though you might be better in some cases.

    But the tenth doc didn’t stay long enough,
    Sticking around for just a few short years,
    Saying allons-y Allonso just once,
    In some cases you pushed me towards tears,
    And seeing you so changed is very rough.

    The tenth Doctor was considered the best,
    With many of your cute little habits,
    But now you are a familiar stranger,
    Still able to stand after all your hits,
    And still able to pass all of the tests.