№ 811: A Long, Long While From March To November

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(with apologies to Jule Stein and Sammy Cahn)

APOCOLAPSE (March 11) —

Stock market behavior is frightful

and Donnie sure is spiteful

and since we’ve eight months to go . . .

I dunno, I dunno, I dunno

The virus don’t seem like stopping

and Boeing’s plans are flopping

and Bernie ain't gonna go . . .

I dunno, I dunno, I dunno

When November at last arrives,

and everything runs true-to-form,

all of those who survive

can vote to return to the “norm”

If the planet is really dying

and life on Earth's expiring . . .

it ain't necessarily so . . .

I dunno, I dunno, I dunno

When November at last arrives,

and everything runs true-to-form,

all of those who survive

can vote to return to the “norm”

If the planet is truly dying,

forget regrets, no crying

It just had to happen, so . . .

let it go, let it go, let it go