Rich or poor or in between
It's all the same you see
We've been put in lockdown
So, throw away the key
You've been exposed to 'rona
Please stay away from me.

This thing our joy has taken
And our lives just cannot be
We can no longer party
Or even have a cup of tea.

But, the sun will shine tomorrow
The birds will sing their song
Hearts will feel no sorrow
But rejoice to live in peace
The enemy is gone!

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