When This Pandemic Is Over

When this pandemic is over No more shutting down for me I will be once more a rover Oh! How happy I shall be No more on line service Sunday No more mask so I can’t breath I will hug my friends and one day At an inn my thirst relieve When the virus hold is breaking We’ll drop chains and boldly go Held no more in fear and quaking Seeking freedom high and low Treat another not as ghost man No more scared and no more sad I will kiss and hug the postman Though he’ll likely think I’m mad In the summer - virus long gone Masks preserved for devotees No more putting my long johns on North and south all breathing free No more new decrees by Fauci [‘Let no crisis go to waste’] Scrap those rules that make me grouchy We’ll choose liberty bright faced When this virus is defeated Not confined to my own house With volition not depleted More an eagle than a mouse I will soar and fly the ocean Cross the world to distant land Never more restrict my motion Life then held in my own hand