I think you all recall
To what the following refers:
“In the year of the improbable…
The impossible” occurs
It was Vin describing Gibby
As he rambled like a wreck
Round the bases with a homer
That he’d clobbered off of “Ek”
I watched in great amazement
There at old Chavez Ravine
And it was, till this November
The wildest thing I’ve ever seen
(With Flutie’s toss to Phelan
Out there somewhere in between)
I trusted all the pundits
I believed them when they said
That “The Donald” is disaster
And the GOP is dead
Clinton would be President
I knew that it was true
Cause I read it in the New York Times
And heard it on The View
No matter that the crowds loved Trump
And he just kept on scrappin’
To see him in the White House
Not a chance and never happen
Well it did, but there’s a “maybe”
A new challenge has been mounted
Progressives won’t surrender
Till each vote has been REcounted
Again the talking heads emerge
Announcing with a grin
This efforting is futile
And there’s not a chance they’ll win
There isn’t any evidence
That Russians have colluded
The Diva finished singing
And the Opera is concluded
It’s hard for just one voice to rise
Above all that they’re braying
But a poet is obliged to say
What no one else is saying
A touchdown can be overturned
Every gain is loss-able
And anything can happen
In the year of the impossible
