๐๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ-๐๐ผ๐๐ป! ๐ข๐ฟ?
Lock-down! Raise up the drawbridge, bolt the doors!
A tiny army marches from the East!
Weโre in for the most virulent of wars โ
A million billion casualties at least!
This microscopic foe expects to feast
Upon the huddled masses of the West.
But we will stay locked-down till he has ceased
His dirty depredations โ till this pest
Has gone back to the oriental nest
Whence he did spring. Behind our walls weโll hide โ
A great and noble sacrifice! A test!
A dreadful siege, an enemy defied!
Alternatively, live โ ignore distortions,
Remembering to take all due precautions.
โ D.N. OโBrien
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