So famed was Oran
'Cus it did quite a battle with bubo-o-o-onic
April launched a reign of torment
When some rats betook to streets
And then they snu-u-uuu-uffed

Rieux and Castel, Docs, town thrust
Quarantined, to isolation
And the priest Paneloux
Then preached righteous-borne damnation
For Oran and it's land
And the pan-ic bade them try run

From the pen of Tarrou
The fibre moral flowed eff-ortless-ly-y-yyyy-y
That Cottard's crime was hid
Hoped that all would soon forget
His crimes did he-e-eee-e

Some praying for death
Had them, nothing left of reason
Rambert's hope escaping
From that wide open prison
Into hell and the blues
Where marooned, this town of plague was stung...

Grand's one sentence is long
He had for years revised it o'er
But still yearly sought it more
Refined

The plague of Oran
Hung around, for some annums it went o-o-oooo-on
With no vac-cine and no hope, they
Found roadblocks and sentinels
And death a bu-u-uuuuummer

But perusin' of this tome
Could drive one to desperation
As for hours you've spent
With gross existential-ation
For Oran I proclaim's
Plaguey theme conveyed brings forth yawns

'Bout Oran, wrote a man
Named Camus, now where is my gun...?