There's a virus out there
People are sick
People are scared
People are dying
Most everyone cares
I'm at home
Out on the home range
I'm cringing and trying
Some days I'm crying
Things seem so damn strange
I hope you are swell
At home in your garden
I wish you all well
God grant us pardon
God let us be well
Out on the farm
Cattle low in the dell
So low life in the jungle
Parrots squawking like hell
Reviewing jungle news
Rumbling elephant views
Pinging and squelching about expiring white nosed bats
Squawking about honour and lurking jungle cats
Musing about forest resource
Watching Earth's forests disappear
Chainsaws have no remorse
What plastic course now
We'll go on somehow
Perhaps the plastic moon will begin to cry
Perhaps the plastic sun will blink
Lest we forget the plastic sacred cow
At best the plastic thinkers will think
Plastic comets will come and go
We'll have to stand up to plastic and try
Plastic gods expect us to live plastic then die
Test all plastic things in this trim plastic show
It's not a trendy plastic contest
It's about bending true light
It's about being at one's best
It's about that crest of human love
Taking care of plastic peace and a plastic peace loving dove
It's about taking care of the plastic rest
It's about enduring plastic
Nursing from this plastic breast with plastic love
Hoping to finally pass this viral plastic test

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