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By Donald Trump

(with apologies to Bob Dylan)

Corona, Corona,

Gal, why’d you have to come just now?

Corona, Corona,

Gal, you’re messing up my day.

I been worryin’ ’bout you, baby,

Baby, please go away.

I got a bird that whistles,

I got a bird that sings.

I got a bird that whistles,

I got a bird that sings.

But if we got Corona,

Life don’t mean a thing.

Corona, Corona,

Gal, you’re a big mistake.

Corona, Corona,

Gal, you’re one thing I can’t fake.

I’m a-thinkin’ ’bout you, baby,

I just can’t keep from crying.

Robert Kuttner is co-founder and co-editor of The American Prospect, and professor at Brandeis University’s Heller School. His latest book is Notes for Next Time: Surviving Tyranny, Redeeming America. Follow Bob at his site, robertkuttner.com, and on Twitter.