Divided We Fall for It
I know how it must sound–
A two-year long two—week lockdown—
But let me expound
And dish the lowdown:
What we fear’s a hoedown
Based on all that abounds
So we’ll stage a showdown
And they’ll burn it all down
Such that in this ghost town
There’s no need to pipe down
While the applause starts to pound
As we don the crown
And send in the clowns
To turn any remaining frowns
Upside down
It sure ain’t profound
But you’ll see, they’ll all come round
