*COVID 19*
This bug I hear that’s floating round Makes some folks sick, takes other down When I approach I often hear I’m sorry sir don’t get too near Please keep your distance I am told Don’t get too close don’t get too bold Please note the marks upon the floor That gives you spacing here to door Now we must keep a proper space And move about with covered face So we don’t make our granny ill There is no cure, there is no pill Now plastic hangs in every place That shields me from your smiling face I guess you’re smiling through that mask To know for sure I’ll have to ask We move around from place to place We’re asked don’t touch, don’t leave a trace We wash our hands so we stay clean It’s everywhere but never seen In spite of all the world turns round And I can only set and frown And wish for times that used to be Before this bug was chasing me © 8/24/2020Larry Flesner, Carterville, Illinois _______________________________________________ Search the KRnet Archives at https://www.mail-archive.com/krnet@list.krnet.org/. Please see LIST RULES and KRnet info at http://www.krnet.org/info.html. see http://list.krnet.org/mailman/listinfo/krnet_list.krnet.org to change options. To UNsubscribe from KRnet, send a message to krnet-le...@list.krnet.org
