It’s the final countdown. There’s no more to do.
We’re reaching the end; we’re just about through.
There ain’t more to do. No-way, no-how.
We’re just about done. It’s the final countdown!

One, two, three, four…
Nothing to countdown anymore.
Five six seven eight.
Wait! What happened? Must I translate?
We were all done
and then just went on?
Did I somehow go forward and lose a debate?

Let’s just reverse this and then we can thrive:
Eight, seven, six, five.
Just a few more, and then we’ll be done:
Four, three, two, one.

(Whew.)

Zero.