Here is one I’ve just written, to the tune of I Was Only 19 by Redgum
Covid-19
Mum and Dad and Denny were not with us, they had stayed back on the farm,
We were all in isolation
It was just me and the girlfriend, together, twenty four by seven,
This was no vacation
So we sit down to our supper, our new favourite: rice and beans
Or as we now refer to it, apocalypse cuisine
And here we are in our slippers, and our PJs stripy green
Isolation, under Covid-19
Today we have a road trip, down to the corner store,
I hope that there is something left for us
In my mask and gloves, I scanned the barren shelves
There was nothing there remaining but the dust
Then someone called out “loo rolls!” and the crowd around me swarmed
We had been in there for hours, but they’ve run out, there’s no more,
So tonight it’s rice and beans and then back on to the latrine
Isolation, under Covid-19
Staring out the window, at the world we used to visit,
Trying to think of things that we can do,
Even junk mail’s looking interesting, when I had a great idea,
It’s something I can use in the loo
But it’s really a poor substitute causing lots of wear and tear,
Like the days back on the farm, when I could smell the dairy air
And this rash, that never goes, I know just what it means
This is the end, under Covid-19
We’ve seen disaster movies, but what they never mentioned, was the boredom
The days are on replay
So we tried a different movie, but it didn’t help at all, perhaps it was a bad choice:
Groundhog Day
And the news is so depressing, of that there is no doubt
Seeing a constant parade of people passing out
So we’ll stay in isolation till they make a new vaccine
Waiting, waiting, waiting, out Covid-19
And the rice and beans gets hard to eat, I can’t put it in my face
And then I found the problem, I had left my mask in place
So here we stay together, as we endure quarantine,
Isolation, under Covid-19