Sung to the tune of The Little Drummer Boy

Come, we called them, pa rum pa pum pum,
A cruel disease threatens, pa rum pa pum pum,
It may appear distant, pa rum pa pum pum,
But little would prevent a tragic event,
In the extent of failed containment,

How long can you our predicament shun?
Will you come?

Heart-breaking suffering, pa rum pa pum pum,
What better offering the caring could bring
Than safety scorning, choosing volunteering,
Though no supporting from those governing,
Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum.

We have heard your song, we won't be long,
Just stay strong.

Still some nations chose to cruelly delay,
They claimed the problem was too far away,
chose time wasting in meaningless debate
counselled those waiting to yet longer wait,
longer wait, procrastinate.

Those with conscience said we'll go anyway;
Be in time, we pray.

Brave actions triggered a reaction profound,
World leaders keenly seen a-rallying round,
Found that they could assist on moral grounds
Astounding help arranged, all westward bound
No myrrh-myrrh-ing now, no, not out loud,

Finally we had some frank-ahem-sense,
Golden presents.

Rum pa pum pum
Beating my drum.
Rum pa pum pum
Pollies are bums.
Rum pa pum pum.

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