Old King Plague is dead, the smallpox plague is dead, no more children dying hard no more cripples living scarred with the marks of the devil’s kiss, we still may die of other things but we will not die of this.
Raise your glasses high for all who will not die to all the doctors, nurses too to all the lab technician who drove it into the ground if the whole UN does nothing else it cut this terror down.
But scarce the headlines said, the ancient plague was dead, then they were filled with weapons new toxic waste and herpes too, and the AIDS scare coming on ten new plagues will take its place but at least this one is gone.
Population soars, checked with monstrous wars preachers rant at birth control ”Screww the body, save the soul”, bring new deaths off the shelves, and say to Nature, “Mother, please, we’d rather do it ourselves”.
Old King Plague is dead, the smallpox plague is dead, no more children dying hard no more cripples living scarred with the marks of the devil’s kiss, we still may die of other things but we will not die of this, oh no, we will not die of this.
This deserves some music:
-- Leslie Fish, The Ballad of Smallpox Gone