Modern Day Alchemist

In the days of old
Everyone valued gold
But it was costly to mine
So with magic potions they played
Hoping to hit it rich some lucky day
Rather than the labor and time
Of smelting ore from a mine
No matter what the scientists said
They sought magic solution instead
Like today’s quick cures being sold
To the gullible, as if it is pure gold
Allowing the virus to all to go away
Because the economy must hold sway
As the doctors grimace in the back
The Alchemist sounds like a quack
Selling a cure to get others to buy
That the economy will surely fly
For the vaccine we must not wait
We’ll trust a potion for our fate
You’ll see, and surely you be pleased
Just don’t test, or look at the numbers
In this way you won’t be displeased.