Teach the next batch at eight

Normally, we we would go protest
We'd march in the streets and we'd sing
But we're all getting old
And it's terribly cold
So for now, we'll just do this thing

Cherish the good at eight

The sun is so much brighter
When we finally leave the cave
The shadows were nothing but dreams
We're going to miss you, Dave

De-icing at eight

We worked from home two days this week
To keep us safe from harm
And, while that is great and all,
I just wish it was warm

Back at it at eight

Two weeks were interrupted
By a couple holidays
They didn't feel special
They were just Wednesdays
And with all that's said and done
At least a Friday night has come