Every Being on Earth liked being a lot,
but the Covid virus floating about did not!
Covid hated people, during every season,
don’t ask why, there’s not a good reason.
Their loud, raucous sounds always rattled its cage,
only their quieted slumber could soothe its rage.
“I’m tired of beings doing whatever they please,”
Covid pondered a plot and said with a wheeze.
“Birthdays, weddings, graduations, parades large and small,
those humans gather around and celebrate them all.
Watching sports and concerts, oh they do draw a crowd,
all that cheering and singing, this must not be allowed.
“The abundance of gatherings must come to an end
churches, temples, schools, even time with a friend.
“Always merrily going, they’re moving so fast,
I must stop that with a plan, a plan that will last.
“And then! Oh the Noise! Oh the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
There’s one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
“It’s been 100 years since my last try, but now,
I must stop 2020 from coming! But how?”
Then it got an idea. A harmful, horrible idea,
Covid got a wonderful, insidious idea.
“They will breath me in, with my poison so bold,
I will make them all sick the young and the old.
“Germs will be carried on droplets of spit,
an inconvenience could save them, but most won’t commit.
“Out for themselves, they won’t wear a mask,
that’s the perfect solution,” Covid thought with a gasp.
As spring rolled around, his plan put in place,
up to the first being, it blew right in their face.
With a cough and a sneeze, the scheme was in play,
the spread of this virus was well on its way.
Covid took over Asia, Europe, continents all,
heading near winter, conquering summer and fall.
No contact with others, that will shut them all down,
Financial ruin will travel from city to town.
Stay at home orders, their tempers were baited,
They’ll turn on each other, Covid felt elated.
“Then, only then, can silence infuse the air,
with nothing to do, feeling fear and despair.”
Covid floated about, waited and waited,
their own self-centered demise had just been slated.
And then a voice, a voice tender and small,
it came from a girl less than forty inches tall.
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?”
She wore a mask, handed out one after one,
they passed the masks along until there were none.
Beings went to the hospitals, and handed out more,
they sewed masks at home, when none were in store.
They handed out masks to parents and grand,
they handed out masks to all in the land.
One at a time until every face got covered,
the message was hope, fear had been smothered.
“How could I have made such a blunder?
Do they really care?” Covid did wonder.
All over the world united beings sang so clear,
their voices burst through their masks for all to hear.
“I care for you and you care for me,” They say.
LOVE saved their planet at the end of the day.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For days of auld lang syne.
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