At the end of the day and when all’s said and done,
And the finishing post at the end of life’s run
Can be glimpsed in the distance – just over the hill
That we all one day roll down whatever our will –
We fall to consid’ring the meaning of life,
Its purpose and pity, its trouble and strife.
Thus exercised, surely we can but conclude
With a shrug of the shoulders, a sagging of mood,
That the nearest to knowledge, the furthest from doubt,
The best guess we have as to what it’s about
Is the Hokey-Cokey:
Ra Ra Ra.
That’s what it’s all about.
Yes, that’s what it’s all about.