Tiny army slithering through the Marne of me
Tiny enemy, oh what a horrible war!
That's not fair play, that's not human decency
How can I give my enemy what for?
My corona, frightening and amazing me
Tiny enemy, inner world war three
That's not fair play, that's not human decency
How can we beat an enemy we can't see?
Bring back all the hijackers and the terrorists
Give me the good old IRA any old day
You knew where you stood with a human enemy
Fighting hand to hand by the light of day
My corona, probably inside me
Stowed away on a twist of RNA
Your spiked helmet spikes here inside of me
Doing what damage? Nobody can say
Not-quite-living thing, I feel you parachute in
To spread ground glass in the cilia of my lungs
Are you happy, to take my hospitality
And repay me with such horrible pains
Sassy assassin, foul insidious toxin
Spread by a kiss or lingering in the air
Are you hiding in my lover's tresses
Or her sneezes, or her flaxen hair?
Tiny army, will you be my Waterloo
Kiss me, Hardy, now before I die
What immortal hand could frame thee
What eye see thy tiny symmetry?
My corona, frightening and amazing me
Tiny enemy, inner world war three
That's not fair play, that's not human decency
How can I beat an enemy I can't see?
My corona, probably inside me
Stowed away on a twist of RNA
Your spiked helmet spikes inside me
Doing what damage? Nobody can say
