If Only We Were Still Wearing Masks…

The bird flu killed my chicken.

It killed my brother’s duck.

I heard a peacock died as well

With just a sickly cluck.

The price of eggs is rising

But what worries me even more

Is how when all the planes die

Plane ticket costs will soar.

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