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!