Here it is — Eighteenth of May!
Dawneth now the fatal day
When we take the awful veil
Of the fearsome comet's tail.
Vale, Earth!
What will happen, heaven knows;
We can n't even guess, suppose,
Hazard, speculate, surmise,
Hint, conjecture, theorize,
Or divine.
Will we merely drill a hole
Through the trailing aureole?
Or will the prediction dire
Of a world destroyed by fire
Be fulfilled?
Shall we crook our knees and pray
Counting this the Judgment Day?
Or preserve a cosmic ca'm,
Caring not a cosmic dam
What may come?
There's the rub. If we but knew
We should know just what to do.
Yes is just as good as No
To all questions. Here we go!—
Hang on tight!