/* © 2024 Irrelin. All rights reserved */ [Intro] In the pastel alleys of Moolan’s brassica dreams, A storm brewed in a lab, fractals stitched to seams. [Verse 1] In Moolan's pastel alleys, where the air sang of brassica dreams, A lab brewed the Zapfluenza with fractals and quantum memes. Funded by EcoDream, with kaleidoscopic schemes, They built a virus that juggled chaos and mainstream beams. [Chorus] Zapfluenza whirled in like a tango on stilts, President Gloombledoom crooned, "Fear not, for science tilts!" Yet it spread like spilled soup, defying all maps, While we knitted conspiracy hats and perfected our caps. [Verse 2] Businesses became mirages in a fog of collapsing intent, Economies tangoed backward into the abyss they’d invent. The children spoke algorithms instead of nursery rhymes, While parents Googled "how to escape alternate timelines." [Chorus] Zapfluenza—a merry-go-round of bewildered delight, Gloombledoom chuckled, “Reality bends to my right!” Science turned kaleidoscopic, logic flew like a kite, In a salad of truths dressed with endless fright. [Bridge] Reality flipped, its seams unraveled and torn, Each morning news flashed like a unicorn with horns. The rules became riddles, a cosmic prank on repeat, With “Stay safe!” etched on toilet paper and invisible receipts. [Chorus] Zapfluenza whirled in like a tango on stilts, President Gloombledoom crooned, "Fear not, for science tilts!" Yet Gloombledoom crooned "Fear not, for science!" Zapfluenza danced with absurd precision, While Gloombledoom made policies based on fishing decisions... decisions. We sang in defiance, in harmony with the void, With the pandemic’s absurdities as our latest android. [Outro] So here's to Zapfluenza, a tale of galactic humor, A fever dream of pandemics, where logic's a tumor. And if Gloombledoom sails off to a cosmic lagoon, We’ll toast to the chaos, under our pixelated moon. [Fade to End] (To the moon, to the moon...)
