
By Chris Stewart
It’s spreading as I sing this song,
Across the human race.
Use your head and wash your hands
And please don’t touch your face
These squirmy germs have made a mess,
They’ve really got some nerve!
So make your home a biodome
And help flatten the curve.
I heard today, it’s gettin’ worse
They found a couple more.
Its been implied that we should hide
Inside and lock the doors.
It’s turned the town half upside down,
We’ll just see how it goes.
Hey! We’re all in this together,
Just... please don’t get too close.
So everywhere are people, scared,
Some folks are out of work
While a greedy need for toiletries
Transforms us into jerks.
It’s no surprise we’re short supplied
With such a high demand,
But you’ll need more than toilet paper
When the shit has hit the fan.
I’m being snide, all jokes aside,
Please listen to my tune...
There’s folks out there without a care,
They think that they’re immune.
Thoughts and prayers to the unprepared,
But ‘til this gets resolved,
Just help the world the best you can by not being involved.