Autumn, winter’s coming
So you better rap up warm
‘cos everyone you know
Predicts the virus swarm
You really aren’t that worried
‘cos you’re certain you’re immune
You’ve already caught it once this year
Your body’s well in tune
You know that scarf looks stupid
And who cares if there’s snow?
You’re warm enough in tee-shirts
When the winds start to blow
Now your head is feeling fuzzy
And your nose is running fast
Yet you still don’t want to face
That good health is in the past
Your skin is red and puffy
And you’re feeling boiling hot
mum keeps telling you you’re ill
But surely you are not?
Your throat has started tickling
Oh no, it can’t be true!
You better just accept it and
Ah, ah, AH, CHOO!