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Corona and the Human
In the cosmos, Mother started thinking; 'Oh! How will these mortals ever stop polluting?' Then she had an idea, one so brilliant; That she would send Corona, down as a pollutant. He will annihilate everything in a yell; And turn the world into a bloody hell. 'I think I should be more dangerous;' 'Maybe a virus, as that's far more disastrous.' Then what happened? A virus he became; And henceforth everyone feared his name. Homo-sapiens for a year they hid; Then they came out for the virus they wanted to rid. But what shall we do? The earthling wondered; We should turn to the people who are already doctored. Then for another year they worked on an antidote; And mother contemplated as if looking at an anecdote. Will they finish the mithridate in time; Or will their population be consumed by mine. Mother racked her brain to find an answer, And lo and behold! They found a curer. Russia? Russia! How did they find a cure? You don't ask me, ask them all.
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