Like this one that I used to appreciate most for the line; ” …[I] go back to a house of brain-dead hippies, it ain’t so cold whilst you trip…”, but the chorus really hits home these days with the pangolin (close to anteater) SARS-CoV-2 possible intermediary between bats and humans:

I don’t want to go to California
I don’t want to dine on anteater
I want clean beer and simple things…

I want clean beer and quality of life
Caspar’s ballroom!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HM5DRtM41hQ

Allowing hunting and other recreational activities in Te Urewera would put small communities at risk, a Tūhoe chairman has said.

That meant all Te Urewera huts, campgrounds, boat ramps, walks (including the Waikaremoana Great Walk) and freedom camping areas would remain closed. Easing Protections at Te Urewera Would Put Communities at Risk

Excerpts:
Going into lockdown itself, together as a community, was a relief for me. As it was for so many in that group we’ve come to call “vulnerable” because we’re the ones most likely to suffer serious consequences from the Covid-19 outbreak. We’re the least likely to survive it. As it turned out, those of us with compromised immunity were so numerous as to be part of almost every whānau, every workplace, in every neighbourhood. We are cancer survivors, because chemotherapy kills your immunity, transplantees, we have respiratory illnesses as common as asthma, auto-immune illnesses like MS (that’s me), or just happen to have lived long enough to finally enjoy retirement age at 65 years or older.
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I’ve been walking around with a giant grin and ridiculously keen “Hi” for our neighbours as we all calmly distance walk around each other on our streets. I think we’re honestly going to keep all the distant chat promises to have in-real-life hangs after this thing is over. That’s what I miss. Going up the road for roaring happy hour catch ups with friends I can never see often enough