The Plague

 

 

 

When Mr. Watt comes to Hong Kong,

 

I’ll find a place to hide,

 

I hope I won’t be there for long,

 

but that’s what I’ll decide.

 

 

The wait may be long and weary,

 

but it’s what I must do,

 

I may eat my mother’s cookies,

 

and possibly my shoe.

 

 

The city will throw some parties,

 

When Mr. Watt departs,

 

For he created enemies,

 

That wish to throw him darts.

 

 

 

Luckily this will not happen,

 

For this was a nightmare,

 

And Mr. Watt is a penguin

 

Plus, he can’t afford the airfare.