No masks required at nine

The numbers just keep going up
Up and up they're sloping
I think that we can all agree
We were too quick to reopen

Flip ahead a few pages at nine

The year continues its glorious arch...
Wait. When did it stop being March?

An intermission of sorts, at nine

Historians far in the future
Will have a tough question to start
If they're studying 2020
They'll have to decide just which part

Pew! Pew! at nine

Only sixteen years ago
Some were sad to see him go
Events from this last twenty
Are what he did to you and me

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