Perhaps twas you that tried to kill us off
But we are made of much more tougher stuff
We will not cry when mold we find upon the walls
Bathroom, bedroom, front room or halls
Nor will we weep when squishing bedroom furniture
Into our cozy kitchen, that's for sure
And we will stare you eye to eye
As you throw us sickness, fever oh-so-high
No we will not fall, we will not stumble
We will not even complain or mumble
(Well, maybe just a tiny little bit
But can you blame us? This month's been . . . really hard)
What? Did you actually think I'd say that???
