Pandemic. Pandemonium. Or how to prepare by ringing your hands. By sounding the alarm.

Wash don’t watch.

We’ve now journalized our way past the tabloid thoughts to begin our silent (but public) vigil for migrant germs (viri).

Cluck, cluck, cluck, do I hear chicken, or free range fear.

Do little Crawford Clucker, oops another chance to feed chicken (,)little(,) bits of money. Merck, Merck, Merck.