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!
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