It started with a breeze
A wicked wind a blowing
Sent a little molecule
To find a host unknowing
Like a game of passing parcels
It was shared within a sneeze
A tickle splutter secret agent
Some kind of sneaky little wheeze
Gathering up in little groups
Where loving touch expands
Where if you find yourself among
Then take good care
and wash your hands
Pundits with their expertise
Dished the dirt among the dishes
Deciding what precisely must be done
No time for yearnings or best wishes
There was hankering for scurrying
To hide away keep out of touch
Rubber gloves and hot zone clothing
Locked down inside a hutch
Bulletins were vague and nebulous
Giving hints and veiled assertions
Where washing hands was so essential
The crucial key to all exertions
So have a care and be aware
Mass disinterest has a price
If we don't do what all we must
Mass contagion is not nice
We can be honest more responsible
Change our ways on sanitation
Clean up streets and all conveniences
To limit virus devastation
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