OnePocalypse greets us with little or no
Fanfare to witness twelve Ones in a row
The Century ends this day just before noon
Another begins before midnight's Full Moon
For those who would greet the auspicious with doom:
Let Century's spells be broken by Bloom
The One is a positive "Yes" in some codes
As "Aye" is employed in those ancient, lost odes
Repeated affirmatives for all eyes to adore
Like Molly's soliloquy'd "Yes" said, times four
And when the numerical festival's done
Remember Dear Luna's first trip 'round the Sun
