“Ahoy there, Corona” by James Aitchison

1 Comment

Ahoy there, Corona

 

 

On the bad, bad ship Corona,

Captain Covid spies

People coming too close —

Oh what a lovely prize!

 

He calls, “Ahoy!  Fresh treasure, lads,”

And his virus acts,

Attacking those amongst us

Where hygiene is too lax.

 

So let’s sink the bad Corona,

Captain Covid too,

Because I wish good health

For everyone like you!

 

 

One thought on ““Ahoy there, Corona” by James Aitchison

Leave a comment