Lock-down! Raise up the drawbridge, bolt the doors!
A tiny army marches from the East!
We’re in for the most virulent of wars —
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 — till this pest
Has gone back to the oriental nest
Whence he did spring. Behind our walls we’ll hide,
A great and noble sacrifice! A test!
A dreadful siege, an enemy defied!
Alternatively, live — ignore distortions;
Remembering to take all due precautions.
— D.N. O’Brien