Oh dear… I can’t remember the quote by Shakespeare.
Oh dear… it’s not turning out to be a good year.
Oh dear…things keep getting worse I fear.
They strike once more… the nighttime jitterbugs are back again.

What now…I’ve got nothing to wear to the annual luau.
What now… my sculpture of a chipmunk looks like a cow.
What now…there’s this funky blue hair on my eyebrow.
What have I done… the nighttime jitterbugs are back again.

How can it be… Starbucks has said they no longer sell coffee.
How can it be…that guy who was so hot is now horribly ugly.
How can it be…my chances of passing this test are shaky.
I guess it is what it is… the nighttime jitterbugs are back again.