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 will 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