December 31 (2)  Goodbye to 2021  (Tune: Auld Lang Syne)

 

Goodbye to 2021,

Though Covid still remains,

The Delta mutant, pushed aside,

And Omicron now reigns.

 

For auld lang syne, my friends,

For auld lang syne.

Some take hydroxychloroquine

But Omicron still reigns

 

We’re heading for a million dead,

Since some won’t vaccinate.

The virus still finds lots of hosts

Where it can replicate.

 

To replicate and then mutate,

And let selection choose:

Ignoring rules that Darwin taught,

We sing pandemic blues.

 

For auld lang syne, my friends,

For auld lang syne.

We’ll take a dram of spirits while

We sing pandemic blues.

 

Elections loom in ’22.

We don’t know who’ll prevail.

Republicans will try to cheat,

We pray that they will fail.

 

Republicans suppress the vote,

Especially if you’re black.

They’ll rid us of democracy

And bring the Donald back.

 

For auld lang syne, my friends,

For auld lang syne.

If Trump’s Big Lie should dominate:

They’ll bring the Donald back.

 

Now Putin might invade Ukraine,

We know he’s crude and rude.

Nobody wants a shooting war.

But Vlad must be subdued.

 

Can Vladimir restore the past,

A new USSR?

Annex Ukraine, then who is next?

He’ll make himself the Tsar.

 

For auld lang syne, my friends,

For auld lang syne.

Oh, how Trump wants to be like Vlad,

And make himself the Tsar.

 

For auld lang syne, my friends,

For auld lang syne.

Will 2022 mean more

Pandemic, Trump, and Tsar?