John P. Read
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a crowded place.
A virus is amongst us.
It's roaming around our land.
It contaminates and does us harm
By the simple touch of our hands.
Dark days are fast approaching.
We have to be aware.
Hygiene is our only shield
To this demon who waits out there.
Our world is now at war
With an enemy that's unseen.
But we can beat the invader
If we all keep our hands squeaky clean.