A Drippy Faucet:

How dare you
You puny sweat drop,
Don't blame me
You're a belly flop.

Your tiny little muscles
Jammed in a bubble,
If you had a few more
We might be in trouble.

As clear as thin ice
What harm could you do,
Your little bitty muscles
Better bring a crew.

Two is company
Three is a crowd,
You better bring more
And come pounding down.

One is the loneliest
Number of them all,
In the time of battle
We all stand up tall.

I call to my brothers
And we all chip in,
To flop to our deaths
By our chiny chin chin.