As the Bug We're Dreading Keeps Spread...Spread...Spreading Around...

(This poem can be sung to the melody of "When the Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bob, Bobbin' Along," by Harry Woods)

 

Oh, as the bug we're dreading keeps

Spread…spread…spreading around…around,

We should keep on trying to

Stop supplying a breeding ground.

Just get…just get…

Just get your shot.

A big…a big…

Big risk it's not.

Here's some…here's some…

Some food for thought:

You'll…be…better protected.

 

Now it's Omicron;

When will it be gone?

No one knows.

New mutations will

Cause frustrations, and

So it goes.

Let’s do our best to stay

Healthy, and so I say,

Be safe and sound,

As the bug we're dreading keeps

Spread…spread…spreading around.

 

-by Bob B (1-26-22)