That was some night. The world went black.
We never got our feelings back
Below the waist. The frost descended.
All of the stars were apprehended,
But not by us. The cars refused
The roads. The birds of prey, confused,
Flew into clouds, and there they stayed.
The householders were sore afraid.
Since mangers would be closed this year,
A sensible wise man would appear
On other stages, baggy pantsed.
And all the stars in Heaven danced.