Nature had had enough of us
So it secretly created a new virus
In order to rebalance its own domain
By so doing, causing humans much pain
The new disease, nicknamed the Red Dearth
Was spreading rapidly around the Earth
There did not seem to be any escape
As every country had started to incubate
And with nowhere to hide
Or treatment yet devised
It did not matter if you were rich or poor
Instant death was for sure
The only ones who had a chance to survive
Were those that could afford a ride
On an experimental vehicle called Thunderbird
And ‘ Leave one for Santa’ was the password
To board a specially adapted Super Balloon
Whose destination point, a new Eden on the Moon.
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