The Meaning of Life

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:

Knees bend,

Arms stretch,

Ra Ra Ra.

That’s what it’s all about.

Yes, that’s what it’s all about.