Well, it is over.
Not much. Wrote this on ukulele and kazoo
This alumn's over,
It's all been said:
Now it is recorded,
What was in my head.
This album's over,
When this track is done.
Like a four leaf clover,
In the setting sun.
It might be folly,
It might be wise.
It makes me jolly,
Or it makes me cry.