Hey diddle, diddle why did you fiddle
and not make the lockdown begin?
The little dog laughs
to see such things
and the dish says the deaths are a sin.
Hey diddle, diddle
you're fit as a fiddle
surely it won't affect you?
But now the man's caught it
who shook hands and snorted
so who'll tell us now what to do?
Hey diddle, diddle
the figures are fiddled
the cow says we'll flatten the curve.
We're doing just great
or so they all state
but some say they're not reassured.
Hey diddle, diddle
the cat and the fiddle
Grandad died in a home.
If they're old they don't count
so the figures don't mount
and the dish runs away with the spoon.
Hey diddle, diddle
the deaths are a riddle
seems like ours are the worst.
But you can't blame our man
does the best that he can
we'll just blame his critics of course.
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Rhymes for Our Times
PoetryNursery Rhymes rewritten for our Covid times. Mostly light hearted but often satirical or with a point to make. Some of these were originally posted in Third Verse but by 'popular demand' are getting a volume to themselves.
