A day of mourning
we hereby decree
for loss of these tribes
in the land of VV.

The bugs they have bitten
the virus attacked,
all is now lost
we can't get them back.

So wail from the rooftops
and moan in the dells.
Bring sack cloth and ashes
and toll all the bells.

But WAIT what's that shining
over yon hill?
Why it's new tribes aforming
this void they will fill.