A Poem for our Condition

Considering the last three weeks' worth of illness through which we've been wallowing

My Frog Is a Frog

by Jack Prelutsky

My frog is a frog that is hopelessly hoarse,

my frog is a frog with a reason, of course,

my frog is a frog that cannot croak a note,

my frog is a frog with a frog in its throat.