In the mist of the morning sun,
where the Winter, where water's run,
where the fog lifts and the dew shines,
Where birds sing and wildlife signs,
Where exercise is keeping to the guidelines,
whether it is Coronavirus or Tuberculosis Bovine,
from a coughing person or a coughing cattle,
or sat at home watching the news channel,
or staring out of the window at the skyline.
In the mist of the morning sun,
Where the spring. Where the Flower Bloom,
Where the birds sing and Wildlife Assume,
Where Exercising is keeping to the guidelines,
Whether it is Coronavirus or Swine Flu,
hearing the Cuck-coo, hearing the shrews,
From Coughing person or sneezing pigs,
Seeing the graves being dug, hearing the snapping of the twigs.
In the mist of the morning sun,
Where the summer, where the early morning come,
Where the birds sing and wildlife run,
Where the summer holidays have begun,
Water gun or favourite son,
Where exercising is keeping to the guidelines,
Whether it is Coronavirus or Chikungunya Virus,
Or Children and Adults suffering from retrovirus,
or just a plain old summer Myxovirus.
In the mist of the morning sun,
Where the Autumn comes, where the early morns dawn,
where the cold air comes and bonfire night drawn.
Where exercising is keeping to the guidelines,
Whether it is Coronavirus or a basic streptococcus infection,
worried about the doctors finding a coronavirus connection,
worried about family and friends disconnection,
Rejection, subjection, protection, deflection,
Injection, ****** anteflexion, disinfection,
Imperfection, Caesarean section, General election.
Every virus and disease, All started as novel,
In the start Killed hundred's, thousands even millions,
As much as a novel virus/disease pandemic feels awful,
Government seem to be unlawful,
Mother Earth might be going Menopausal,
Humanity has become so hostile,
If you think novel then your wrongful.
