End of an Era

Yesterday's few moments of cerebral ease were spent contemplating the demise, as of this coming New Year's Eve, of Danny's, which has seen fit to allow me to sing an occasional parody, largely because, at Danny's, Anything Goes in the song department.

My regular readers, if any, know that I've contributed a series of ads for Danny's do's at Hallowe'en, New Year's Eve, St. Patrick's Day and so on (I'm too lazy to link 'em). I'd hoped the ads might have served for years to come. All that work (say, fifteen minutes' worth) for nothing! Still, I thought a swan song might be in order, and Hello, Dolly! came to mind:

Farewell, Danny's!
It's been swell, Danny's,
But we've read the ol' handwriting on the wall.
It's time to close, Danny's;
Goodness knows, Danny's,
It's for certain
That we're hurtin'
At your curtain call.

But Jerry Scott's playin',
So I'm not sayin'
That the Dear Old Gang won't ever meet again—
No!
We'll pull through, fellas;
Rendezvous somewhere new, fellas;
Nevertheless, we'll say, "Remember when—?"

* * * *

But Jerry Scott's playin',
So I'm not sayin'
That the Dear Old Gang won't ever meet again—
No!
Here's the trend, fellas:
Ev'rything's got to end, fellas.
But, if we part, we part pro tem;
One of these days, at 2 a.m.,
Sitting around, we'll say, "Remember when—?"

Lyric © Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

I regret the -em/-en rhymes at the end; at this point, the rhymes ought to contrast sharply, as do the original -ay/-en rhymes. But I couldn't see how to avoid Remember when. And Here's the trend may be a little too flippant for the general mood of the piece. Ah, well; I've got six weeks to work on it.