the dogs think it's cool we've got nothing but time to hang out and walk, but something is up, can't quite put their pads on it, what is going down with the humans—they got so much leisure they don't know what to do, they can't relax, they're like, cagey. they ain't got the equanimity of dogs, gnome sane.
yeah and every time it gets nice out and they say the upward curve is less we want to roll out and shake this corona off, but can't shake it, shake it and it keeps encroaching like a vague evil character in your dreams, it keeps coming, saying don't worry, don't fear, gonna get you anyway. you cant joke about the plague. you cant hep it anyways. only only human sad 2 say.