Pied Pipe’r’tte And The Burette
Pied Pipe’r’tte And The Burette
The hungry virologist in the chemistry lab drooled
At the thought of the pie and a chaa’r’t
Which he wanted to make of the spread of the virus,
He knew that the business was serious
His walk for the sundae in the neighborhood to meet the Janata
Was all but gone, cause of the cur’se’few
But he would ring the bell five strokes for the PM
In all appreciation for him and his ilk too deserved one.
Pre-occupied with the solvents, had he
Discovered the panacea for the pandemic
He would have become the ‘WHO’s who
In the ‘an’nals of the virologist’s list
The pied pipe’r’tte with the burette and the mice,
His pang(o) for the ‘lean’ meat pie grew
As his piped dream to visit China and kept him going
In his vigil without ‘bat’ting an eyelid day and night.