Odds On Favorite - Pete Seeger, Friends

To make a long, long story terse

Be it blessing, be it curse

The Lord designed the universe

With built in obsolescence

Each twinkling little star and sun

Enjoys its own atomic run

Exploding when its time is done

With cosmic incandescence

Astronomers predict someday

Our own sun will blaze away;

They’ll be a glorious display

Of sunburst helium masses

Our little planet earth below

Will join the pyrotechnic show

With blazing hydrogen aglow

And thermonuclear gasses

Thank God this great combustion day

Is several billion years away

So as philosophers all say

Why fret, why fume, why worry?

A jillion moons will wane and wax

Sit down, make out your income tax

Enjoy your life, be calm, relax

For God is in no hurry

But, oh, my friends, I have a hunch

Mankind might beat God to the punch