One of the Chosen
Is this thing some punishment
Or are we being softened up?
Is Dominic Cummings an alien,
Are punters getting sold a pup?
More rumours of mutation rumble
As if we didn't have enough fears,
Seems the virus fancies a change,
Securing access through our ears
Sounds bizarre, but a while ago
I met a nice woman out walking
She was so sorry her dog bit me
And before long we got talking
She suggested that I self-isolate for
At least ten days, and herself ditto,
Then she would come over to stay,
"Why give in to such a wicked foe?"
She rang last night and told me
Don't worry, I'd be safe with her
Told me I was one of the chosen
She'd bring ear-muffs made of fur
We walked around town today,
People were dropping like flies
This evening Vanda left my side
To observe the red evening skies
We wear the muffs even in bed
Except when Vanda is all ears
For cosmic signals from above
As her leader's spacecraft nears
Flying ever faster through time
Dread virus nuzzling at my ears,
I wake to feel the tongue of Cato,
Noble whippet, easer of fears!