Covid Fears

They tell us we must isolate ourselves
A deadly virus crawls its way through us
In each of us is where it wants to dwell
Staying home and staying safe’s a must
We’re all a little scared a little pained
We all have high-risk people who we love
The hope is that we can disrupt the chain
So give your hands a twenty-second scrub.

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