Cooties

 

Of all the things that we can see

to spot a germ, how nice that’d be

To Know before you ever ate

when you were done, you’d still feel great

 

And if I might be so bold

from 50 yards to spot a cold

I’d turn and head the other way

and live to sneeze another day

 

Of all the things with us on Earth

I’d love to see them all since birth

I’d never have a cold or flu

and stand 6 feet away from you.

 

It’s hard I know to have my wishes

when shopping carts are petri dishes

When germs can live, or so I’m told

in Kleenex boxes, between each fold.

 

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