The die is cast, the deal is done The virus covid set to run Its course o’er rough and ready jokes Of plaintiff minister’s plaintiff cry Be my judge – hedge your bets to live or die Who are you that ask so loud? So quarrelsome You will be cow’d in ditch cold, dreary, bare A hand raised in assembly of almighty lords Your rulers No kith and kin found here Stern gaze turned to stare Daring that you go there To open door heavily barred from eyes that pierce so gladly It creaketh open sovereign lord in spite of self The weight it bears its hinges cannot hold The chilling blast that runneth through this hall Has wrenched from stupor its burdens to be told See now yonder – All stood aghast There in valley lying A child of covid dying Screaming wind and rain Pestiferous flies again! Thunder, lightning hid from view Slammed shut the door we all knew Blackened, shiny, gold brassed The door named number ten