Hope you're prepared at nine

Boats will sink, despite our toil
Flood, drought, and disease
Fire burns. Blood will boil
And then it all will freeze.
Who knows what shall come thereafter?
I've got songs about disasters.

Be a good little mensch at nine.

I gathered all the tracks I could
And there were quite a few, at that,
But, not to be misunderstood
You all know where my heart's at
(Although, if we were any good,
We'd be in bed for Shabbat.)

Nonagenarian recordings at nine

Someone else can cover sports
It's really not my bag.
And while we wait for their reports
I'm going to play some rag.