We’re the Flu!

 

We’re the flu, we’re the flu, we’re the flu!

We come every winter to you.

You sneeze and you sniffle. Ah choo!

We’re the flu, we’re the flu, we’re the flu!

 

We give you a fever and chill.

We make you feel terribly ill.

Your throat will turn red

As you groan in your bed.

We sap you of all of your will.

 

But wait, there is more to come yet.

You’ll shiver in puddles of sweat.

Your muscles will throb

As your health we will rob.

You’ll wail. You’ll whimper. You’ll fret.

 

Your body will kill us, we know,

But long before that, we will go.

You’ll cough and you’ll sneeze,

And you’ll spread your disease,

As from victim to victim we flow.

 

Yes, being the flu is such fun.

From person to person we run.

We never stand still.

We can make thousands ill

Before all our labours are done.

 

But wait, this is terribly mean.

Our faces are turning bright green.

Have mercy, oh please,

On this humble disease.

We can’t fight the dreaded vaccine!

 

Stephen Whiteside