A thousand clowns are laughing in the sky.
Waiting and watching us as we go by.
Fools are prancing on the edge.
Dancing on the highest ledge.
Sometimes its hidden under stones.
Guard dogs are sitting under thrones.
No one now is stepping out.
No one’s going ’round about.
Close your windows,
You can shout.
It’s not obscene. What does it mean?
It’s time to clean.
Pandemic pausing in the air.
And, it seems, in every breath,
Shades of fear and fears of death.
Time for everything to change.
Even you if you’re in range.
Here’s the Pandemic,
And, you’re in it.