(To the tune of Simon & Garfunkel’s “April Come She Will”)

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April, it came and killed

Livestreams and Skype were swell back then

May, it did stay

Rested in my armchair again

June, we’ll change our tune

In restless walks paroled at night

July, no one will fly

With all the warnings that go with flight

August, stay we must

Until they cure the flu and cold

Remember in November

A thing once novel has now grown old

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