We Were Callous In A Wondrous Land
Thinking of that first little bat,
Or two, or three, we don’t know that,
We only know, there was a first
Spillover, when the damn thing burst
Aboard a bus, aboard a train
A sneeze, a cough, airborne, airplane
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I do wonder where you’re at?
They curse you now, hardly fair,
As if you signed up to be lunch fare
My guess is, it was hard for you
To be stick skewered, or plopped in stew
While you languished to expire,
COVID became a frequent flyer
To fly free, when you can’t even flit
How much you must envy it!
Then blame shifted with the breeze
As if all who traveled were Chinese
Or, as if, we don’t all eat meats,
creating climate heat from beasts!
Twinkle, twinkle little star of doom
Somehow, it seems poetic gloom
And, yet, I know you hold no malice
Toward Lewis. Or Carol. Or Chuck. Or Alice.
