I "Coronavirus"
I "Coronavirus"
They call me the coronavirus
I globetrot rapidly even than the lightning speed
Not to mention, I can also infect the king to bleed
One of my older siblings is the malady in form of a flu
We interact to make both your blood and lungs turn blue
Ebola is a little younger than me
Our family is always trending as memes
Though corona is defined as a crown
I can conquer mercilessly till you turn brown
I am virulent and fatal but they don’t know I am also naive
Numerous get-together is something you should waive
This crown of mine can snatch your crown
Hence I suggest you clean your town
Glad I’m giving you tips to get rid of me?
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