It is getting sunny,
but disease is in the air.
I’ve been thinking lately
’bout cutting my own hair.
But hairdresser are open,
or will be open soon.
Though I don’t think I’ll go out yet,
I need to check the moon.
We’re in a rather tricky spot.
We’re being pushed to laugh.
We’re told it’s fine to go outside.
I’m scared there’ll be a gaff.
Perhaps I’m being paranoid.
Perhaps I’m overwhelm’d.
Perhaps it’s time to get back up,
I’m feeling rather whelmed.
It is getting sunny,
And it’s rather hot inside.
But I don’t think I’ll go out yet.
Seems safer now to hide.