...And all through the house, lots of yogis were stirring, but thankfully not the mouse.
Our bags were almost packed, less the one magical degree.
That piece of paper we came for, which equals our personal victory.
One last class with Boss tonight, of course in rare form.
He gave us his all, which is always the norm.
High fives were abundant as we waited with pride,
To start our last class together, wow - what a fucking ride!
Our graduation outfits have all been selected with care.
We will primp, we will glam, but no GREEN anywhere!
I can't believe tomorrow is the day we say goodbye.
Graduation footage will be streamed live, there will be no dry eye.
That's right, I speak in Calcutta tongue now that I'm through,
So I can race home to New York and show you what I can do.
To save your life and build you a new spine,
Would be my biggest privilege, it will be so divine!
So see you in the Hamptons, July 1st is the date.
Hamptons Hot Yoga, please don't be late.
I will close the door on this chapter before the real magic starts.
My teaching career awaits me, I will leave behind only Jimmy's farts.
That's right, I said it, there was agony along the way,
But the journey was worth it, if only we could stay...