Twas the first days of quarantine
Rain could be heard and snow could be seen
The dog stayed inside
Trying to hide
And my true love, my bestest
Whispered: have you booked a test yet?
Nyet, quoth I.
Twas the second day of quarantine
The dog could be heard, but not be seen
The weather was hellish
But inside, all was well-ish
Cause my true love, in whom I have invested,
Said: have you booked a test yet?
Nyet, quoth I
Twas the third day of quarantine
The melancholy fog bit the dog in his spleen
I sat at my computer
Unable to mute her
As she screamed, unrested:
Have you booked a test yet?
Nyet, quoth I.