Wiggle into the new year at eight

The new moon on Wednesday
Starts the year of wooden snake
Fresh for brand new triumphs,
And room for new mistakes

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

We're midway through the week that isn't
And while I'm not a strict adherent
I'd just like to say
Be it eight or twelve days
There's still time to give folks those presents

Not so jolly NOW, at eight

All this Christmas music
Has gotten on my nerves
I going to counter tonight
With lots of remixed Verve