Omicron, Please Go Away!

(This poem can be sung to the melody of "Little Brown Jug," the old folk song written by Joseph Eastburn Winner.)

 

We've dealt with COVID for two years

And the news we hear confirms our fears:

Viruses will stick around

If people give them any ground.

 

(Chorus)

No, no, no, Omicron,

We CANNOT wait till you are gone.

Please don't say that we'll see

Variants range from A to Z.

 

If vaccinations were embraced

By all, the bug could be erased.

But when our strategy's half-assed,

The virus spreads, and it spreads fast.

 

The experts say we should beware,

But some folks say that they don't care.

Do more than keep your fingers crossed;

Avoid the germ at any cost.

 

(Chorus)

No, no, no, Omicron,

We CANNOT wait till you are gone.

Please don't say that we'll see

Variants range from A to Z.

 

We know that face masks help us, too.

The doctors say that's tried and true.

If you wear yours and I wear mine,

Then both of us will toe the line.

 

They say that Omicron's less bleak

Than Delta, but when will it peak?

Until it's safe, we would be wise

To watch how much we socialize.

 

(Chorus)

No, no, no, Omicron,

We CANNOT wait till you are gone.

There's no need for you to stay.

Omicron, please go away!

 

-by Bob B (1-15-22)