Perversely, I'm celebrating by watching a PBS documentary about the 1918 influenza pandemic. I just learnt that children used to sing the following rhyme back then:
I had a little bird,
It’s name was Enza,
I opened the window,
Hearing it, I wrote this "cheerful" ditty:
Nineteen crows, "Covids" all,
outside my window, sittin' on a wall.
One by one, they fly away,
each carrying up a soul this day.
Alas, this is all I've written today. *rolls eyes at self*
After my documentary, I think I'll go in search of other morbid rhymes; I'm in a mood. Feel free to share your favorites.
I hope all is well with you. *waves*