Corona

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Twenty-four the news spread,

They said of old lovers dying

And children left unborn.

Oh! Deadly tiny creature,

Moving round and round around,

Some lakhs infected,

Some thousand died,

Fear is in the air.

Ah! Sun comes, Autumn blushes,

Nothing to fear,

This a poor tiny creature,

Men live men bloom,

The streets look new.

Nothing to worry if

We together Laugh on this

Poor tiny creature,

Oh! False deadly creature

Oh! False deadly creature.