All creatures great and small, at nine

Tonight, we'll try for something fun
After a week most inhumane
Seeing as how we might be done
Let's tap into a different vein

We fire the writers of this flick at nine

Floods, fires, and hurricanes
Everything has gone to sh*t
Add all that to everything
This is the end, or is it?

We start pouring at nine.

It's been a rough week, I guess.
I think
Let's all relax some
With a drink

There may have been more at nine

Yesterday was April
Tomorrow will be June
Somewhere in-between that
There was a super moon

General strike at nine

We're coming out of lock-down
You knew it wouldn't last
I suppose I should be happy
But it happened kinda fast