Shoo flu don’t bother me
I had a little bird, Its name was Enza. I opened the window, And in-flu-enza. So went a children’s skip rope ditty of 1918-1919, when Spanish Flu swept around the world and knocked off more people than the so-called Great War. Isn’t that so like children; to make light of something so awful they can’t comprehend it. My free range imagination set off on this journey when confined to bed with something approaching flu, but…