They come together

On a whisper of air

Bourne on a breeze,

At first, just a pair

Together they seek

For life and prosperity

Ever looking to add

Life to their cellulairity

A virus knows but one thing

And that thing is to be

To spread and invade

From sea to shining sea

They will congregate,

First a few, then many

Infecting the host,

Then infecting twenty

All too soon a contagion

Will invade the lands

Leaving me moaning

“Please wash your hands!”