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.