Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
The kids in the car would ask,
Throughout the long unending journey,
They made driving a difficult task.
Roads were narrow and winding,
Hill slopes were often steep.
The ev'ning sun was blinding,
Across the country we'd creep.
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
The grown-ups at home will ask.
Throughout the long unending lockdown,
They make sanity a difficult task.
Life is restricted and boring,
There's nothing much to do.
New orders, they keep declaring,
The end is not in view.
Are we there yet?
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