The president of the corona ghost union
Was not amused when he heard
That the Department of State
Was having a big party
He called upon his 2,750,000 members
To crash the diplomatic party
The ghosts all descended
on the party
The party goers sensed
There was something wrong
Then the ghosts became appearing
Slowly their forms took shape
The ghosts looked at the party goers
And the party ended
The guests fled
With the corona ghosts
Fading into the evening wind
