Not Since the Days of Cyrus
Not since the days of Cyrus
do they never cease to tire us
with dire news of a deadly virus.
Now we hear the young retort:
'Life is passing, life's too short
to renounce all fun and sport.
When this visitation's over
I hope once more to be a rover
on rolling hills and fields of clover.
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