Poetry on the Hoof: It Ain’t Over ’till It’s Over.

It ain’t over till it’s over,
It ain’t done till it’s done,
The fat lady ain’t singing yet,
She’s sat inside her tent.

It ain’t over till it’s over
It ain’t done till it’s done,
The carnival ain’t started,
The clown’s not yet farted.

It ain’t over till it’s over,
It ain’t done till it’s done,
This corpse ain’t stopped twitching yet,
Put the funeral back on hold!

So save your tears, save your whoops,
Stop living in the future,
Stop living in the past,
It’s the here and now that matters
And tomorrow’s a world away.
There’s nothing to take for granted,
Nothing to assume,
You can plan and scheme all you like
But.

It ain’t over till it’s over,
It ain’t done till it’s done,
The fat lady ain’t singing yet:
She’s still sat inside her tent.