Charlie Chaplin’s Daughter & Setanta.
Another star vanished
Steve Priest from the Sweet
The people are angry
They take to the street
Brefni’s round hills
Her lakes of deep blue
The joys of the day
Bring on different hues
I sailed on the Gulf
On a catamaran
Sipped with a Chaplin
She smoked a Gitanes
Sliabh Gullion still bears
The prints of Setanta
Honest Ard Mhacha
Go h áillainn , galánta
He waved us good bye
While closing his book
And all through the Cosmos
He sang Hucklebuck
Zozimus sang
Such was his duty
When folks of the west
Wore leather pampooties
Most victims are old
Yet all sons and daughters
Corona just slays them
Like lambs to the slaughter
Buck Mulligan gazed
At the snot-green sea
Then washed breakfast down
With timely brewed tea.
Bye for now…sláinte !