WE THREE KINGS (pandemic parody)
Lyrics copyright R G Huff 2020 Permission granted for use
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We three kings are six feet apart
We’ll sanitise before we depart
We’ve been tested as suggested
Careful are we and very smart

Cho
Do our our masks go with our gowns?
Do these face shields hide our frowns?
We’ve had plenty twenty twenty
Soon we’ll head for David’s town

Melchior is now quarantined
Stuck in Persia, so it seems
No more travel on a camel
Until there is a safe vaccine

Balthasar has lost his taste
Eating food is such a waste
How disquieting, now he’s dieting
Life is now much slower paced

Caspar left the caravan
He postponed his stargazing plans
No more roaming Caspar’s homing
washing his reddened hands

Cho
Still our masks clash with our gowns
Face shields hide our toppled crowns
We’ve had plenty twenty twenty
One day we’ll get to David’s town