It’s New Year’s Eve
Almost time to leave
This wretched year of 2020
There’s so much to make me heave
And to forget about it plenty
No music, no parties, no midnight kiss(?)
Drink too much, you’ll have to piss.
Find a gal to take you home
Or stumble round while you may roam
Have hot sandwich with some Swiss
Or without it if you wish.
Here’s a toast to a better year
One without a COVID fear.
One without a bunch of tears
Or people crying in their beers.