I think we’ll call them dying days

And plant a tree or a flower or something

Something to commemorate what was, what is

And what will be will be crammed with new life

Filled full with new life and wonder

A smile a minute a day, and grins

Just a six-point star clutching swinging hands

I can feel atonement bubblin’ up

With a giggle and a spot of glee

Yes, giggles announce the glee

The coming of the glee