Every day’s a Sunday
Every day’s a Sunday
Every day is Sunday since Rona came to town
All the shops are silent the shutters firmly down
Children play in gardens across the country far and wide
if we’re to combat Rona it’s best to stay inside
You see….
Every day is Sunday since Rona came to stay
The rumble of the traffic has all but died away
On the river bank standing sentinal the gander tilts his head
musing “Where have all the people gone, the ones who bring us bread?”
Yes every day is Sunday as Rona walks with ease
she cares not for Angels dressed in scrubs who battle the disease
And workers, who everyone ignored now ensure we eat
As ‘Bobby’s’ Britains Finest still patrol the beat
Every day is Sunday but Rona, wait and see
That Angels walk among us and soon we will be free.
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