The pronouncements from doctor Anthony Fauci
Are making everyone grouchy
Is that what he said?
There’ll be thousands more dead
That’s what makes Fauci so grouchy
There was a young boy, O’Toole
Who was made to stay home from school
He never was yearning
For more distance learning
But with his computer he won’t be a fool
While hunkering down from home
Jack felt the keen urge to roam
Oh no, you don’t
You vile Billy goat
Just stay home and write a nice poem
Hey bring me that bottle of Clorox
It’s time to wash out your knee socks
Don’t give me that look
You devious crook
Do you think my head’s full of rocks?
While practicing social distancing
He was amazed by what he learned by listening
To a pundit or three
Who pronounce on TV
With words all shiny and glistening
Willard misses his ball
Now that all sport’s in a stall
Now he’s a slouch
As he sits on the couch
Wondering when it will be fall
Gina wondered when all this would end
On her email she just wanted to send
A message so rough
Saying we’ve had enough
I just want to be with my friends
