The Dragon From Melbourne

A sound unheard in many moons

rumbles through the sky

The travellers from the East have come

Nobody knows why

Here in Covid Eden people are going to die

Every morning, in the East

another dozen dead

Here in Covid Eden

funeral rites aren't said

We should have stopped while we were still ahead

The dragon bugles warning

swooping from on high

A day of death is dawning

Ready, set, cry

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