A Toast for '09

When every notion goes awry
And each plan fails to hatch
When eaten up is all the pie
And spent is all the scratch
When all the whisky has been drunk
And every spirit’s feeling sunk
Well, don’t just sit there like a lunk,
But do one simple thing:
Just cock one ear up to the sky
And hear the angels sing.

But when each notion is a peach
And every plan goes true
When pies are stacked up out of reach
And cash flies up the flue
When every keg is filled with beer
And every spirit beams with cheer
Well, don’t just smirk and wink and sneer,
But do one simple job:
Just cock one ear down to the ground
And hear the devil sob.