Sitting on a seesaw, going up and down
Elepfhant and fDonkey contested for the Crown.
The Crown is called Corona, its power is immense;
Neither ‘Pfhant nor Phoney shows a lick of sense.
Phoney is not smart and repeats whate’er he hears
‘Pfhant believes in Warp Speed and trades in scorn and sneers
Pflag-waving with fDonkey, a lot of folks fall ill
Grey fDonkey and Grey Elepfhant jointly work their will.
Pfour Horsemen in the distance, nearing very fast
While stubborn, stupid Masquers keep riding on their Ass(t).
The Boomers and the Zoomers are sitting very pretty,
while firemen, cops, and nurses are punished by The City.
One little, five little, 73 new vaxxes
Greasy, spiky proteins to stab us in our backses
Auto-immune syndromes erupt among the young
While waxxy, vaxxy praises continually are sung.
One Corona, two Corona, three Corona, nine:
As long as jabs stay wacky, your wallet shall be mine.
As long Oil keeps shrinking, our back’s against the Wall.
And down shall come Dollar, Gravy Ladle, and all.