It's going to happen very soon
The great event which will end the horror
Which will end the sorrow
Next Tuesday when the sun goes down
I will play the Moonlight Sonata backwards
This will reverse the effects of the world's mad plunge into suffering
For the last 200 million years
What a lovely night that would be
What a sigh of relief as the senile robins become bright red again
And the retired nightingales pick up their dusty tails
And assert the majesty of creation
