9 Days Left...

This urge to scream
We all must fight
Cause tunnel’s end
Has got some light

I know that it’s only
One small glow
And that its brilliance
Does not yet show

But soon its light
Will be quite gnarly
If you don’t believe me
Just ask Mrs. Farley

I know this time
Of year’s not easy
Your head it hurts
Your stomach’s queasy

But stand up straight
Hold high your head
Take pride in the fact
That you ain’t dead

We’ve made it, you see
Almost to the end
So look around
And find a friend

A friend that made it
Just like you
To the day when digits
Are no longer two

To me one digit
Is sounding fine
Cause baby,
We are down to nine