The Great Event

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 a*sert the Majesty of Creation