What, good sir, is that on your face?
Why it’s a mask young squire, you need one poste haste!
Why good sir, do I need a mask on my face?
Because young squire, we must save our great race!
Save it from what, may I ask you good sir?
Why the virus young squire, haven’t you heard?
A virus good sir? You believe in all that?
Next thing you’ll tell me is that it’s from a bat.
Now young squire, you must do as your told.
Our overlords know best, for us to grow old.
Good sire, you jest, I deny your request!
I won’t wear a mask, nor a bra on my chest.
For I am a free man, with heart and a song!
I won’t wear a mask, nor wear a butt thong!
Young squire, you’re a fool, and surely you’ll die.
They say a mask will solve all, it comes from on high.
Good sir, You are wrong, a mask will not stop,
microscopic germs, or even a fart!
Good sir, take your mask, and place it in your ass,
For I for one, think I shall now pass.