The Final Countdown Poem by Dawn Novus

Don't you remember...

We built this Sity on rocks and soul?

We funky as can be..

Rocking the running man...we never late

Ten, nine, eight

You's were rocking on round the clock... shakin them hips...

Seven, Six

Them cool cats over there, sliding it on home...

Moon walkin on its lightning...

Five, four, three

Our celebrations, all dancing nations under Gods eternal sun...

And two, and one...

Done Baby! ! !